The Death Room

​I had to reenter David’s death room to finish this book. Being inside David’s death room again intensifies all the familiar wracking emotions: grief, anguish, frustration, and terror. They are always in the room like carpeting, underneath whatever else might be on my mind. I can walk on those emotions, laugh on them, jump up and down on them, have a party, dance, but they never go away, they’re always present as a filter to my conscious awareness. David’s death room is part of me, I died there too. Perhaps this memoir will end with gratitude, forgiveness, and acceptance.