Death. It’s hovering.
I hate this. I mean, I know that always Death is hovering, waiting for the right moment. And, I know that we are the last ones in charge of determing “the right moment”.
However.
The obvious hovering. That’s hard.
Someone in the family. Massive heart attack. 45 minutes to get the heart to pump again. Still unconscious. Not good. Big death shadows haunting.