A Beautiful and Unassuming Life
Over the previous year, he had aged drastically. Breathing was a struggle, moving was a struggle. Bodily functions were beginning to fail. He had become feeble. He was dying. A nurse came in to check his IV, she was tired, it was a long shift, the filter between her brain and mouth was beginning to break down. “Hmm” she said, “You have skinny arms!” Something woke up within him, his jaw tightened, “Yeah?” he replied, “Well you have a fat…