January 14, 2014:
Thinking about Jeannette and wishing she would be here in my home enjoying a hot cup of coffee with me. My life has never been the same since she passed on September 3, 2009. On her last days on earth I watched her as she lay there, propped up in the bed by sanitized hospital pillows and covered by numerous white sheets and blankets. Her body was swathed in the unattractive, thin material of the hospital gown. The hospital bed, with all its railings, made her look like a small bird in a large cage. How I wished she could come home to Fresno and be with me instead of Ventura, California. It was not to be. I had no rights to her. It was her husband who would make the final decisions of her life. I disagreed with all of them. I wanted my Jeannette home with me and far away from him.
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