WineGuy completely and unknowingly scared the snot out of me this evening. He went to bed earlier than I did. I walked into our room just now and found him lying in bed perfectly still, with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.
He looked exactly the same way my father did the last time I saw him: lying in bed perfectly still, with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open … ashen gray and dead. I purposely made a little noise, and WG stirred — thank G-d — to turn off the light. I cannot close my eyes right now. There are too many moribund images floating around my mind’s eye.