Death came quickly, quietly and controlled. It came in a raspy monologue, delivered from a stranger draped in lime green scrubs. As it approached my vision blurred and tears filled my eyes. I could not look him in the face. He approached slowly. I could hear him shuffle towards me on the sterilized floor. He grew closer and soon his feet came into view. I could not look up, I knew what was coming and I could not look him in the eyes.

“Are you the husband sir?”

I could feel my head bob slowly in acknowledgment, but no words came.

“She felt no pain. She died on impact. I’m so sorry for your loss sir.”

His cold hand touched my shoulder.

She was gone, and with her my life.