The Day I Didn’t Turn Wrong.

It’s been 8 years.

It’s kind of hard to believe that much time has passed. At the same time, it feels like it was forever ago.

Funny how that happens.

I remember it pretty clearly. It had been a long month at work, making almost daily visits to Hospice since he was admitted. It had gotten to the point that I was just tired. Physically, mentally, but most of all, emotionally. Over the last week, we had gotten no less than 3 of ‘those’ phone calls. The one where they tell you, “He is turning, we don’t think he will make it through the night.” And, of course, we had gone. And of course, he was stronger than they suspected. But he still got worse.

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