The Final Hour

The final hour He was as pale as a corpse floating in an icy Nordic sea. Motionless in bed he opened up his eyes don´t know if he knew it was me, but he stared at me for a long time I became dragged into his death. He closed his eyes. No one could do anything for him, except holding his pale hands. He entered into a coma, and the nurse says it could take some time. There was no doctor in the room he would appear when the nurse called him the patient had died, he listened with his stethoscope nodded and left the room; his profession sees death as a personal failing. At home, I had to tell my wife her brother was gone. A relative came to organize the funeral like the size of the casket and what mode of disposal she wanted, you need a cool head for this and I couldn´t remember his name