It wasn’t. Ray was too alive, too vital, too much of everything. Everything about him was real, solid. He couldn’t be these things the doctor described. Not breathing on his own. No brain activity. Not Ray.
“I don’t have home without him”, Carrie said when doctor asked her to go home.
“I won’t give up on him. Do you hear me, Doctor? Don’t you give up on him!

Autore: Charles Sheehan-Miles