“He’s just expired,” said the nurse as I approached Ray’s room in the large inner-city hospital where I work as a patient advocate. “And his wife has just arrived. Why don’t you go in?”
I found Natalie bent over Ray’s body. His hollow cheek was drenched with her tears.
“I’m so sor –”
“I told him yesterday to talk to Jesus,” Natalie interrupted, speaking quickly. “I told him if the two of them …