In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I tip toed silently down the dim corridor, holding my father’s clammy hand as tightly as I could. I was scared and I didn’t know what to expect. We followed the nurse, who made me nervous because she gave me a sympathetic look. A look that told me everything was going to be okay when I didn’t even know what was really wrong. When we turned the corner and walked into the small dark room, there she was…my grandma. The one I played cards and spent endless hours with. She looked so fragile laying there by herself, hooked up to machines to help her breathe and regulate her precious heart. A heart that lived life the way it was meant to be lived."
Bradley, Kristi A.
"A Beautiful Goodbye,"
Verbum: Vol. 4
, Article 4.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/verbum/vol4/iss1/4