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oldmaninbc

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^^^^ Mega doses . My grandma and grandpa died at home under the care of hospice. Once they start getting hit with that high dose morphine, it's over. Sleep coma right into a real coma. Followed by a death rattle, ever hear the death rattle? It's real..
People are pretty much mentally unavailable at the end with high doses of morphine, from what I've seen it seems a pretty gentle way to leave this earth.
You can count the breaths taken as it decreases noticeably in the last few hours, when your down to a few breaths a minute you know it won't be long, best say your good by for the last time.

Hi Jenn
 

Jenn

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The family was all there around my grandpas bed when he died. We saw him take his last breath, he fired back up two more times before he finally finished. It's still burned in my memory.

My grandma died in the middle of the night but she had a severe death rattle the previous night so we knew it was a matter of hours. I found her in the morning, the look on her face also burned into my memory.

Hello Oldman
 

Sub24ox7

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I used to take care of Thomas Edison's winter home in SW Florida. There was a swimming pool on the property that served as a goldfish/koi pond. Occasionally there would be an orange floater, and one fine morning I netted one. There was a long dock out into the Caloosahatchee River so I took the goldfish to the end of the pier and gave it a toss into the outgoing tide. As I strolled along the dock I heard splashing out in the river behind me. A school of dolphins were playing goldfish toss. LOL They were slapping it and flinging it to each other for a couple of minutes and then they moved on.
I visited there 30+ years ago. Neat place museum
 

Jenn

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I was looking at Fishsticks bike thinking back to my youth. When I was nineteen I bought a brand new yellow Ford Ranger and slammed it down to the ground, tint, wheels, tonneau cover, boom system, alarm, everything.

I kept that damn thing for one and a half years. It was broken into, shit stolen off it, and just about every cop in the county pulled me over.

I was frisked on three seperate occasions that I can remember and I always wore combat boots where I could stash my shitty brick weed inside the boot and they wouldnt feel it when they frisked me.

Black dudes always bitch about cops hating on them, cops hate everybody...

I learned quickly to blend in. I bought a plain two door Explorer and looked just look the other million that were out there. I was never bothered again.
 

oldmaninbc

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420club
The family was all there around my grandpas bed when he died. We saw him take his last breath, he fired back up two more times before he finally finished. It's still burned in my memory.

My grandma died in the middle of the night but she had a severe death rattle the previous night so we knew it was a matter of hours. I found her in the morning, the look on her face also burned into my memory.

Hello Oldman
Seeing dead people can be very emotional, especially if they are a loved one.

A few years back my Mrs got very sick in the hospital and the doctor told me to contact her next of kin, she did not die but that moment I was lost and shattered. It was overwhelming. She made a recovery but not without permanent damage to her lungs.

I miss my grandparents they raised me and I even called them mom and dad until I found out they weren't.

Hi Jenn:)
 

tobedetermined

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I am happy to announce that it looks like we have broken the back of winter . . . once again. The cardinals re-appeared 3 weeks ago. I have seen - and heard - several flocks of geese flying around And . . . drum roll . . . I saw robins today. I thought I saw one yesterday, but today they were definitely out in force. :rasta:
 

unclefishstick

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I was looking at Fishsticks bike thinking back to my youth. When I was nineteen I bought a brand new yellow Ford Ranger and slammed it down to the ground, tint, wheels, tonneau cover, boom system, alarm, everything.

I kept that damn thing for one and a half years. It was broken into, shit stolen off it, and just about every cop in the county pulled me over.

I was frisked on three seperate occasions that I can remember and I always wore combat boots where I could stash my shitty brick weed inside the boot and they wouldnt feel it when they frisked me.

Black dudes always bitch about cops hating on them, cops hate everybody...

I learned quickly to blend in. I bought a plain two door Explorer and looked just look the other million that were out there. I was never bothered again.
cops never even look at me...even when i've blown through stop signs right in front of them
 

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