The last thing he can remember is looking up at a beautiful face then a pain in his chest. Reflexively he reaches for his chest but there isn’t anyt...ing there. No blood. No wound. Nothing. He lies there for several long minutes before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does he becomes even more puzzled than before. Surrounding him are evergreens, an entire forest of them, stretching for as far as he can see. Eventually he gets up and brushes the dirt from his clothing, which is. Donna F. came to my rescue. "Let's do it at my place." Are you gunna show off Rick?" Donna P. chided."He'll still be out of town, but I can arrange something entertaining." That sounds too good to pass up. Can you make it, Mary?"Hesitating, I finally replied, "Like she says, it sounds too good to pass up."---We all gathered at Donna F.'s house. Her modest split level overlooked the city's maintenance vehicle yard. Rick traveled for his sales job. He and Donna always said it didn't make sense to. The song ‘I Will Always Love You’ swelled from the ward’s stereo. It might have added emotional effect if it hadn’t have been so loud. The light outside the dead man’s door flickered, and I knew I had to call maintenance about it. The nurses gathered outside the glass and gaucked at the dead body. Many traveled back to their stations, and told a story of their battle against death. They all tried hard to save his life when they tell their stories. The man died for hours. He died a little every. Sure I fucked around a lot too but my brain was in control, not my cock. And you could have stopped me at anytime. I thought I could you too... but I guess not."She started crying again and said, "I know John, I know."I told her I would call again soon and for her to take care of herself and hung up.I poured myself into work and tried not to think of the hurt that was growing and growing. I missed my wife.By 5 we were done. Stan could take it from here as young as he was. I told everyone good.