Room 201

Press the red button; wait impatiently for the robotic voice; hear the piercing buzzing noise allowing you in; watch the large wooden doors bang open disturbingly loud; walk down the glossy hall; pass the grim-faced nurses; turn left; there, beyond the glass sliding doors, lay our once 6’1, 200 pound, larger than life Baba- with his booming voice, contagious laugh, and decades of smile lines carved deeply into his beloved face- reduced to a skeleton barely taller than I am and weighing only … [Read more...]


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