My son Rusty passed away on October 29th,2007.. he had a brain tumor that no amount of radiation or chemo treatment could reverse. Through out this entire ordeal of hell and misery, Rusty NEVER spent a single night in the hospital. That's my one saving grace.. I was able to keep him at home under the loving watchful eye of family...24 /7.
Anyway... when his pain became intolerable in early September due to the spread of the cancer to the bones and spine, we were compelled to call in hospice for more effective pain management ( i.e. morphine).
I looked at my son and thought he looked so far away... no expression...no sounds... still breathing ardously..but so absent ( He had been more noisy , moaning with pain that just couldn't be eliminated with ANY amount of morphine)
After composing herself, she approached me at the front hedge by the driveway. Suddenly....really FAST, like a bolt of lightning, I saw a gianormous wasp zing in and beeline straight for her eye!!!! SMACK!! The monster wasp whacked HARD, dead center over her left pupil... BULLSEYE!!! He hit so hard, I honestly expected to see yellow guts on her glasses... but there were none.. and as fast as that enraged wasp came, he was gone... I tried to see where he went but nothing... not anywhere.
She was now very upset and shaking and shrieked " I AM GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE, THIS PLACE IS SPOOKED" As she scurried toward her car, looking back at me, telling me to load him up on lethal amounts of morphine, suddenly her car alarm sounded amazingly LOUD..she screamed " I SWEAR I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS CAR HAD AN ALARM!!"... and she hauled ass to her car, threw it in reverse and sped away...alarm still sounding...papers blowing all over the drive way.
This is my son Rusty
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