He’s dead. We buried him yesterday morning. He died Tuesday at 7:05. I held his arm as I watched the heart monitor drop slowly to zero. His body got colder and colder. I watched him die. Short bursts of breath pushing through lips caked with dried mucus.
July 9th, 1977
July 9th, 1977
July 9th, 1977
He’s dead. We buried him yesterday morning. He died Tuesday at 7:05. I held his arm as I watched the heart monitor drop slowly to zero. His body got colder and colder. I watched him die. Short bursts of breath pushing through lips caked with dried mucus.