Recollections of a Suffering Friend and a Good Memory Preserved
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
His wild eyes were surrounded by a blustery crop of long wavy hair pointing in all directions and a shaggy grey beard that drooped
Michael Holiday season death toll. Michael was the first to go. From the hospital newly arrived. No one predicted he would have died.