“I’ve learned that everyone is a little child all the time, deep inside. We’re all afraid, and we all want to be comforted. That doesn’t go away with age.”

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"This woman lived a long and full life, full of stories and people she loved, yet still…the face she saw upon death was the one she least wanted to see. Assault and trauma really do have a lifelong impact. Sad."

"He looked at my wife. Then he looked at me. Obviously, he couldn’t speak. He was a newborn. But in those few minutes, it felt as though the three of us shared an entire lifetime together. We got to see him, and he got to see us. Not through sedation or machines, but really see us. I am a religious person, and I have always believed that moment was a gift from God. We weren’t going to get a lifetime with our son, so somehow we were given a lifetime in those few minutes. 

A nurse noticed that he was awake and came running over. She said, 'That’s not supposed to happen,' and increased his medication. Kyle slowly closed his eyes again. The next day, the doctors performed the surgery and placed a stent in his heart. A blood clot formed in the stent, and Kyle passed away about an hour after surgery. He never said a word. But that night, I felt like he said goodbye."

"Maybe an hour before he died, he kept saying Jimmy was coming to take him home. After he died, the two men who carried his body out of the house were named James and Jim. I wouldn't have believed it, but I was there when they loaded him out and heard them speaking each other's names."

"The staff had come in by then, explained that his oxygen was too low and plugging him back in would be futile, so instead of a second attempt with heavier dosing, we spent the last five minutes of his life holding him down through his hysterical, screaming fit until he suffocated to death.

My sibling, mother, and I do not speak of it."

"Any time someone got emotional at his funeral, we told them how fucking miserable they were. It made the day easier to be able to laugh a little."

"I’ve learned that everyone is a little child all the time, deep inside. We’re all afraid, and we all want to be comforted. That doesn’t go away with age."

"Gran is committing one last murder on the way out. Respect."

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