Final Five

Final Five

Once Jack settled down and waited for his passport to come, he quickly lost consciousness. By the time the hospice nurse arrived, his death rattle song had begun. Brief periods of apnea laced in with the rattle. “He’s already deep in the death cycle,” she said softly....
Diagnosis

Diagnosis

2016 It was a typical Friday in July in many ways. Jack had gone to walk the dogs along Bloody Run Creek, as he did almost every day. I was holed up at home, a month from my first hip replacement, getting around with a walker or in a wheelchair. We were waiting to...