Can I Just Get Away With This For The Rest of My Life?
That morning, January 1, 2022, I woke up suddenly to the phone ringing. The palliative nurse was calling to see if I needed more painkillers for my dad. I jumped up from the mattress on the floor of his room, to check on him, and he wasn’t breathing. Still warm but no life there. I told the nurse he was gone. She said she’d come right away. Looking up at the corner of the room