home

That was the last word I remember her saying, when we visited her around lunch time. She was awake and lucid for about 10 minutes. No, she wasn’t waxing nostalgic, she was fussing at John to have someone at the house fix up our bedroom.

I couldn’t abide the thought of staying in that mausoleum of a house, so we are at a bright and chipper hotel on Miami Beach.

Her blood is all screwed up. Her immune system decided to attack the clotting elements, so she can’t stop bleeding. Nothing they give her does anything.

When we got back at 5, she was unconscious, on a respirator, and her kidneys had given up.

I just signed her Do Not Resuscitate order two hours ago. Almost three hours ago. I am waiting now.

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