Death is not supposed to be a comfortable subject
A palpable tension was present in our cab as we drove west. The taxi driver taking us to the retirement home of our patient filled the air with stories of the local prisons and the beauty of this area in the summer time. I am sure that I laughed at his light-hearted anecdotes but all I really could focus on was my heartbeat, its obvious crescendo as we drew kilometer …
Death is not supposed to be a comfortable subject
