This post will be brief.
Following up on a topic I discussed rather heavily in yesterday's post, I finally had a conversation early this evening with Sanra W., the longtime ladyfriend of my old friend William A. G. whom I have known since around 1962.
Bill is 75 years old, but is not expected to live another week, let alone make it to his 76th birthday in April.
Sandy visited him this past Tuesday, February 22 (2022). She took this photo of the poor soul that afternoon:
According to Sandy, Bill's eyes were closed, but he was able to grip her hand. However, he did not speak, and only managed a sort of grunting sound every once in a while. She thinks that he was nonetheless at least semi-conscious.
Apparently he opened his eyes once, but all she saw were his whites ─ it was as if his eyes had rolled upwards 'into his head'.
His tongue protruded from between his lips the entire time she visited.
She had been told beforehand that the staff were no longer feeding him; and according to Sandy, he was not hooked up to an I.V. unit, so clearly he was being starved to death (that is my conclusion).
Despite his state, while Sandy visited, a staff member came to give him a needle in his hip ─ supposedly to keep him calm and at peace.
But why? The guy was not exactly running around the room! How much more "calm" does he need to be?
Sandy confirmed that one of Bill's cousins said just what I said when Sandy and I talked ─ specifically, that Bill was deliberately being kept heavily sedated.
Sandy also took this photo of her holding Bill's hand:
She did not know if he was still alive when we talked, but somehow he was still living this morning ─ she had spoken with that same aforementioned cousin.
If he is indeed heavily sedated and has not received any nutrients in days, this seems to be more criminal to me than it is anything else.
It is raining as I type these words at 7:19 p.m. ─ a gloomy background to this sad tale.
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