Marjorie died last Saturday unbeknownst to me. I found out on Tuesday when my neighbors came knocking on my door. I had wondered about her health and her life but coming and going from work sometimes keeps me out of the business of the world around me. Evidently, Marjorie's body started failing shortly after I visited her and she had to be committed to the hospital where she died. I know she didn't want to go there but it's not surprising that her son took her there.
When Mr. Devine was dying, my mother decided to let him die at home. Hospice care helped set up the front room to be his death room. There, my mother and my brother cared for him until he exhaled his last breath. He wasn't sick for more than a year before he passed.
During the last days of his life,