My boss Tom Cassidy gave me all the time off work I wanted.
My mom was in a room down the hall at Brandywine Hospital. A nurse asked if I wanted her in my dad’s room. I said no. She was in the last stage of dementia and would upset my dad.
I stayed at our family home on Stirling St. For several days I could sit with my dad.
Going out the door one day I stopped to straighten the rug. A little voice said “You don’t have time for that.”
Arriving at his room he had already passed. He died when I was in the elevator.
My mom died a few days later.
James Pitcherella

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