moggie

Last night was the first night I watched someone die. The guy was a nice enough guy. The day before he got really bad. We called his family. We told him his family was coming. He got worse. He refused to go to the hospital. His family came around to see him. I had to stay there in case he got worse. As quietly as silence, he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. We tried to get him breathing again but we knew he was gone. There was something nice about the way he went. It seemed almost premeditated. Even though the guy had been in pain most of the time, he always said he was happy. It was... interesting.