On Friday, we drove sixteen hours to return home from Arkansas to Florida.
This second trip was largely for Jason.
Sara Lou had called again last week, this time to tell us that Randy was in a hospice center, not dissimilar from my mother’s, and that he’d taken a turn.
This time, he was actively dying.
I swear, only Jason can visit a dying man and instill in him a powerful will to live. Continue reading Death Diaries: Part Two – The Redemption Arc