Spiky Bugger
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A year ago today, 10/11/20, it was a Sunday, my sister and BIL stopped by. He returned a book he had borrowed. I’m staring at the chair where he was sitting.
The next night, late Monday, 10/12/20, paramedics were called and he made yet another of his frequent ambulance trips to the hospital. The FD units responding had been there many times before and knew his son, who was a recent a coworker but had been promoted to Captain at another station. They said that my BIL looked to be in fairly decent shape. He was able to walk down the hallway and out to the ambulance unassisted. His O2 Sat was 90%.
But upon arrival at the hospital, it was 70%. And just kept dropping.
It was technically Tuesday, 10/13/20, when they called time of death.
My baby sister has been a widow for almost a year. She’s doing okay, but the next few days will be tough on all of us…especially her.
The next night, late Monday, 10/12/20, paramedics were called and he made yet another of his frequent ambulance trips to the hospital. The FD units responding had been there many times before and knew his son, who was a recent a coworker but had been promoted to Captain at another station. They said that my BIL looked to be in fairly decent shape. He was able to walk down the hallway and out to the ambulance unassisted. His O2 Sat was 90%.
But upon arrival at the hospital, it was 70%. And just kept dropping.
It was technically Tuesday, 10/13/20, when they called time of death.
My baby sister has been a widow for almost a year. She’s doing okay, but the next few days will be tough on all of us…especially her.