As I walked down the hallway to my son¶s room, mymind was filled with more questions than answers.Who would want to harm Michael? After all, he wasa frail young man, whose laughter and smiles werecontagious.After preparing his body for transportation to thecoroner¶s office, a few of the medical assistantsstayed behind to help gather his clothing. Misty, oneof the nursing assistants who had cared for Michaelfor several months prior to his passing, handed metwo large bags containing his personal effects. ³
I am so sorry; Mrs. Jennings, if there is anything I can do, please do not hesitate to call.´
Nodding, slightly, inacknowledgement, I thanked her for the kindness shehad shown to our family.