Eternal Beating Heart
Jul 26, 2017 · 2 min read

When my grandfather died , he was 82 years old and I was 12 years old. The doctor made a house call as he was having chest pain. As his heart danced into arryhthmia the good doctor jumped onto his bed to perform a crude from of CPR, to manually apply hard thumps to his sternum. My mother was present and relayed my grandfather’s response.
“ For god’s sakes mahn , let me die. “ his last words delivered in his Barbadian accent.

