so my mother died a couple of years back. I flew into Buffalo NY between snow storms. Like a good boy i sat in her room and watched the IV drip an over priced morphine derivative. Decision made to let her go a couple of days after her 90th birthday.
its a modern rite of passage, every child, if they are lucky, witness their parents death and then you know your all alone. I finished a book on the reader, started a new one.