My Father died a few days ago. It wasn’t something we expected to happen, although he had pneumonia and had been sent home after 10 days in the hospital. He was short of breath and on oxygen and antibiotics, but we all believed he would pull through and recover. On Monday of this week, he woke up around 6:20 a.m., put on his glasses, sat up and moved his legs over the side of his bed, took a sip of... Read more