Your father has finally decided to pull the plug on your mother. Dr. Mayhew enters as quietly as his dress shoes allow. Setting up. “Death isn’t as bad as it seems.” Your father is to distraught. Quickly saying one last goodbye to your mother and slipping into the hallway to cry. You sit in the visitor’s chair frozen watching him slowly pump her iv with the sedative. As all the machines stop. He rises to start to turn it all off. The ticking of the clock and his shoes on the tile makes you lose your mind.