(F.F.F. Website Story)
Alice, sitting up in bed looking through her photo album, reminded me with a giggle that every story tells a picture, and then began reminiscing out loud.
This is Alice’s first Christmas without her husband George at her side, and sadly, all three of her children are no-shows. She blames their absence on the snow. She’s forgotten this nursing home is in San Diego.
11:58 P.M., Alice’s heart stops. I send a flat line signal that gets no response.
Alice’s brain displays an unusual burst of electrical energy as a ball of light joyfully floats out the window.