still trucking

When Jim died, we read Psalms and he passed quickly and peacefully. With John, I'm afraid that it will be something a little less calm. I'm sitting next to him as he breathes an albuterol treatment, 2 ml of morphine, and copius pills. Yet he still smokes. Watching death take its course... I'm very slowly losing my mind. So, dear reader, if I should have any, I don't know what else to say. Death and taxes.