I am studying for my First Aid Course, and am at the part on Heart Attacks. Reading about Congestive heart failure (when the heart is damaged from a long-standing heart disease or old age) I had a suddenly image overwhelm me:
Me, in a double bed similar to that of my Nan and Gramp's old house, alone, staring at the roof rafters. I have awoken from my sleep because of a heart attack. I'm old. He is dead. He has been dead a while. He is very much on my mind. Along with the pain I felt of losing him. I'm in terrible pain, but unable to make any noise. My heart gives way, I die. Alone. With family in the next room.
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