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SUSANNE BULLO |
About seven years ago my stepfather died at home of cancer. I was there with my mom when he stopped breathing.
We called 911 and the operator said that whomever knew CPR should administer it. Since he was lying on the waterbed he and my mother had shared, I had to move him to the floor. I bumped his head. For some really weird reason, I apologized to him profusely and thought about it for days afterward, wondering if I had given him a bruise. As if the deceased was concerned with bruising | ||
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