She is dead.
2021
A shrill flat line flutters on the heart monitor. She is dead. I stand slump shouldered, head bowed. My daughters wail.
A nurse rushes in. A chaplain and social worker follow. They want to cradle our loss. “Would you like to say a prayer?” “Can I get you anything?” “She’s in a better
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