Reenie and I were in Mary's room at Stanford all afternoon on Thursday, April 8th. About 4:40, Reenie looked up from her laptop and was staring at Mary. Her movement caused me to look and listen too. Silently, noiselessly, and without saying a word, we both realized that Mary's breathing was changing. The soft regular sound of air moving in and out of her mouth that we had listened to since she had become unconscious on Monday had stopped. Instead, a soft, almost a gentle gasping replaced it--just briefly. And then silence. We stood on opposite sides of Mary's bed, Reenie tried to find a pulse and so did I. There was none. Mary was dead. I looked up and the clock on the wall said 4:42pm.
Just like the clock says now--4:42 on July 8 as I post this blog entry.
Mary, all ways and always will I love you.
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