• 0450 No ones home. He waits for me in the hall alone sitting in a wheelchair the smell of s**t coming from his diaper. I smile at him “ready to go” I say? He stares catatonically at the wall. Sometimes I wonder if he is in hell trapped in a pile of decaying flesh and bone, waking from heaven only to find himself in hell or waking from hell to find no better. We pick him up and put him on the cot. I stop by the nurses station to get his diaper changed. no ones there, my partner reminds me that we will be late if we don’t get moving. We hurry out into the cold morning air lording him into the ambulance. I take his vitals and we start the hour and a half drive to the clinic to keep this rotting body alive. He dies that day and I am happy for him, should of happened a long time ago. Here’s to KG