The thump-thump of the hurting and the dying

The tenth-floor hospital room rumbled and shook… thump-thump-thump. Earlier, I asked, “Is that the bed in the next room?” “No, I think it’s a medical transport helicopter,” replied my dad’s niece, Belinda Barfield. Several days before dad rested in a coronary care step-down bed that could be vibrated for massage and bedsore-prevention purposes. A few … Continue reading The thump-thump of the hurting and the dying

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