July 13, 2004 in Uncategorized
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As I’m flipping through the channels…

“Time of death, 9:27. Mrs. Connoly?”

“Is he gone?”

“Yes.”



There is no music when death comes. The patient doesn’t have on enough makeup to make them look decades younger than they actually are. Dr. Carter isn’t standing there patiently and attentively.

My mom is dying.

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