What can YOU say in six sentences?
We worked in shifts, no more than three visitors in his bedroom at one time so as not to overwhelm him. Now it was my turn, and I was nervous and anxious and sick and it was he who broke the silence as he rasped, “It’s been too long”, to which I agreed. He struggled to eat a sandwich and two Girl Scout Cookies, yet his eyes still twinkled with an almost conspiratory look. Two days later, he died. His body was entangled in his mother’s arms while a group of us were downstairs making awkward conversation and skirting around reality. Not one of us will ever be the same.