Dad arrived at AngelsGrace hospice unit by ambulance. I wasn’t there for the arrival. When I arrived, he was in a bed wearing the yellow shirt.
His eyes mostly closed. He held a cross in his hand given by his sister. He began to moan. The moan changed pitches, but I place it at B below middle C. He would make a fist and waive it. The moan became louder.
The nurse came in. The moan continued. She scanned his bladder, and found tons of urine. She installed a catheter. His moaning stopped.
She gave him morphine.
He slept.