It was a typical Adirondack winter day, penetratingly cold, heavy gray, and spitting snow.
When I entered Doug's room as usual, I saw his limp, now non-responsive body resting in his Hospice bed. The hand with the missing fingers lay across his chest as it rose and fell irregularly with each struggling breath.
No Buffalo Plaid flannel shirt or worn jeans, no work boots were in sight.
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