Work Conversation

I got the phone call. I can see why her patients and families love her so much. With that lilting Irish accent she told me, “I’m here with John Doe, but he’s not here with me. He’s floating on angel’s wings above us.” I assured her I’d text the team. “I got here at 3:15,” she said, “so we’ll say 3:00. He liked neat, even things. He died at 3 o’clock.”

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