Saturday, April 10, 2010
The family listened intently as the news was passed through a Creole translator. They asked if there was some machine that we could put him on, some medication that they could procure that might give him a chance to come back to them. "We're sorry, there is really nothing we can do". The family went away to get some other clothes so that their father/friend/husband didn't have to die in wet jeans and a soiled t-shirt.
He lay there and I watched. All night, breath after breath… I watched. I watched as the man took his last breath, nothing more than a small gasp really. It stopped raining; I left the tent to get some coffee.