Before heading home in the wee hours of the morning, I dropped off my other sister Wanda at the hospital. I went into the ICU with her and her younger daughter, Cedrica, and I talked to Connie for 10 minutes, at least to try communicating with her. I talked about how her coworkers helped us clean and arrange the house yesterday, how things were paid off, how stuff simply, finally, got done. I encouraged her to keep fighting the disease, keep holding on, stay on to come back home. When talking to Cedrica on the way to post about the experience, she said that Connie’s EKG was beating faster while I was talking to her.
