My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

For eleven days, I was kept under.

Doctors called it a medically induced coma. My family called it “God’s hands,” because my mother, Patricia Whitaker, only got religious when it made her sound less guilty.

My father, Bill, came every other day. That hurt worse than it should have, considering I didn’t know it at the time.

Dad had spent twenty-six years continue reading …