Michael Henry Edington-July 10,1958/June 5,2013
by Brenda Richison
(Bowie, Tx. USA)
Michael was a two-time kidney transplant, and now his body was rejecting the second one. He had gotten very ill with swelling from fluid retention, but he never complained about being sick, or hurting. He seemed to not want to talk to me about his illness at all. Now as I look back, I think he just didn't want me to worry more more than I already was. I had to go to the hospital for a week or so. I made sure I was released the day before he was to be admitted for another biopsy, because I planned to stay with him at the hospital, so he wouldn't be alone. He was to pick me up I was released. But, he didn't answer the phone. His sister couldn't get him to answer his door. I knew something bad was wrong! This was all out of character for him. We called the Sheriff. He finally broke the door open. I was standing behind him when the door swung open. There was my Michael sitting in his recliner, dead! I couldn't stop crying. I went in, touched his cold face and lips. Damn! He died alone! I'll carry that guilt with me forever. I should have been there! I found out that he'd had supper with his Mom night before. I had talked to him after that and that's when he finally said he was sick. He had told his Mom that he didn't know how much longer he could hang on. He died sometime later...