My Father Signed a DNR to Save Money While I Was Unconscious in the ICU — He Didn’t Expect Me to Wake Up

room one last time—at Jim Callahan whose pipes he’d fixed, at Susan Merritt who brought him coffee, at Robert Dill who’d stood beside him at every fundraiser. They all looked back at him. None of them looked away. And none of them moved toward him.

Robert walked over and put a hand on Gerald’s shoulder—firm, not tender. “Gerald, I think you should leave.continue reading …