Hogs Rule and Death Stinks

My hell began on September 10, 2004. My wife Carol had a heart attack at work just before 5:00 PM that Friday evening. I received a call from my stepson Paul telling me that she had choked on an apple "or something" and should call "so and so" at "her number". I called the number, it was the cell number of one of Carol's colleagues.

She told me to head for the hospital near Carol's work. It is one of the largest hospitals in the city, I raced toward that hospital. I called my mother and told her I had a very bad feeling, just pray. I will continue later, I need to go cry even after over two years, it is painful to recount the event.

Ron