A room once full of vitality lies empty
More than two months after he died, his name still adorned the whiteboard of the hospital room he inhabited. As I stood there and gazed, recalling the memories he left me with, the nurse who tended to him entered the room and started to cry. Her love for Eric, she told me, did not enable her to erase his name.
He was disheveled, non-compliant, and plagued with multiple morbidities when first …