Eternal Beating Heart

hannah miller
Jul 26, 2017 · 2 min read
photo by my daughter on Long Beach, Vancouver Island ( great great grandson , age 2 years )

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.

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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