After Her Death

Quiet filled the room now that her ventilator had been permanently turned off. The silence seemed to make her death official. Quickly, quietly, respectfully, the nurses removed her ventilator and feeding tubes. Tape was peeled from her face, the residue from the adhesive rubbed away gently with an alcohol pad. And there it was, my …

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Her Death

Being teased by death is a surreal thing. It's like having the Grim Reaper play the role of an annoying sibling, waving his finger in your face and chanting, "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you!" When you're suffering, or watching a loved one suffer, it's easy to want to get it over with. …

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I wish I were naturally introverted. I’ve always been loud and outgoing and, until a couple of years ago, was never very self aware. I’m better about it now but often don’t catch myself talking loudly or interrupting until it’s too late and I kick myself for being rude. Last year I learned I have …

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