And so…. a normal evening.

A typical Thursday night.

One more day of the work week.

Jim: Can you take tomorrow off?

Friday?  No, but how about Monday?

Sounds good.

Home at last!  Got a hoagie for you.

No, I am not hungry.  I don’t feel very well.  I think I will go to bed.

Helped him to bed.

Slept pretty well.

3am:  Restless.




Can’t get comfortable.

Cold cloth on the forehead.

Fluff up the pillow.

Are you ok?

No. I am dizzy. I feel faint.

I think I need to call 911.

NO! Don’t even go there.

A minute later:  A horrible sound, coming from the soul.

He is no longer with us.

Paramedics show up.

An hour later, they are still working on him.

There is something wrong.

No response.

Speeding down the interstate.

Emergency room.

So very sorry, I did every thing I could.


Morphine drips.

Code blue.

He is gone.

Good bye my love.

You accomplished your goal:  You died at home and you did not linger, nor suffer.  Not any more than 10 minutes or so.

I am sobbing.

Not for you.

For me.

Thank you for a great ride.

31 years.

For better, for worse…. and loving every minute.

I will miss you more than you could ever imagine.








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