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The doctors came opened the doors and I did not want to make eye contact with them until the doors shut so I could count how many swings the door would make. If it would land on an even number everything will be okay and if not then the worst was to come. I counted up to 9 swings. I took a deep breath and awaited the tragic news. Orvil had passed. I now feel as if I will never escape this pain and suffering, regression upon regression never being able to find myself. This is truly unfortunate.











