Hospice—a dull asylum, and a graveyard for diminished hopes and flowers that have been stepped on for too long

Denis' wife, Scarlet had been on the height of her career, THE government official alongside him. They even had the daughter and a son they always wanted—Eloise a 12 year old, and Luke a two year old.

Until the graveyard of buried hopes struck Scarlet with brain cancer. Too late for treatment, too soon for death. His wife's stubborn demeanor refused treatment and had been given the license for at home Hospice, where her health derailed as she sank into her bed, taking every pain medicine she needed, waiting for her inevitable death. His firey wife was long gone, his humor and cocky personality tried its hardest to remain. Just to make her laugh.

"I put Luke to sleep." he said as he entered her room running his fingers through Scarlet's hair and then grinned. "Todays superbowl, and the crotch goblin is asleep. You feeling up to it?"