General Discussion

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I wasn't there when she died, but I got to the hospital a few minutes later. However, she was pretty much gone several days before, when she took quite a radical turn for the worse. We all knew it was just a matter of time, so I can remember feeling more of a sense of relief, and release, that night, right after it happened. It had been a very long and miserable downward spiral for her.

I will say it was a jolt to walk down the long hall of the hospital ward til I reached her room, and the door was closed. Every other door all the way up and down the hall was always open so the nurses could come in and out. Hers too, at least til that night. That alone gave it a real sense of finality.

My deepest sympathy to John Fugelsang and his family.