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the hospice people are coming for Helen at 3:30, I am sitting here watching her die right now.
she has maybe 18 hours left
I'm taking note of all the things that sound like nonsense to me but maybe after all this is done I can chain them into some sort of order.
her hands are shaking and one eye stares up at the ceiling, her breathing is very labored and her skin is sullen. Her body has collapsed and I think all that is left is her own personality trapped inside that shell.
This isn't the first time I have seen death but it is the first time I've seen it linger, Death is a very personal thing for each of us, we hang on to life for our own reasons, how hard she fights.
she has maybe 18 hours left
I'm taking note of all the things that sound like nonsense to me but maybe after all this is done I can chain them into some sort of order.
her hands are shaking and one eye stares up at the ceiling, her breathing is very labored and her skin is sullen. Her body has collapsed and I think all that is left is her own personality trapped inside that shell.
This isn't the first time I have seen death but it is the first time I've seen it linger, Death is a very personal thing for each of us, we hang on to life for our own reasons, how hard she fights.