Final Days- Decisions 2-25-02

Mom is becoming very tired. She has trouble remembering The meds Pop takes—and when. A lot of good it does to remember. We have found pills all over Where he cheeks them and Blows them around the room. He is bitter and asks,” Why Is God doing this to me?” “I’ve tried to be good and kind. A Christian.” He called Morris to the room And asked for the 357, Knowing he might be the only One to hear his plea. Morris denied his wish, and cried. He called us all one at a time— And gave us guns from his safe. Ammunition kept at a distance. Ralph and I went to the driveway. “It’s sad,” he said. “Someday They’ll bulldoze this to the ground.” “People will forget it was here— Like we never existed.” We’ve got to call Hospice,” I said. Or we’re going to lose them both.” A final bed. The decision had been made.