2026 Essay Camp #2
Today as I walked from my car to the office, I heard the sound of the train, clacking tracks and sounding its whistle. And I cried - it always makes me cry now And I once again prayed that my choice on the night of June 25th last year was the right one. Tommy had his final seizure around 3PM. Bryan, who was staying in the hospice room with him notified Gem and I that it was bad, really bad. At that point, I could've dropped everything and rushed to Nashville.... And I didn't. I was afraid that if Tommy knew I was coming, he would hold on until I got there, and I didn't want him to do that, even knowing it was one of those irrevocable choices that would haunt me. I feared if Tommy thought I [ and maybe Gem too ] was on the way, he would've kept struggling and I knew he was so tired and was afraid of missing his door to the Boardwalk [ which was coming on a train in his vision ], and I didn't want that. By 8PM Tommy was in a light coma...
