This is not about hospice.
Except that it is.
In part, this is a remembrance of Richard—his real name, because I wish to honor his memory—who died following an accident in Mexico with college friends.
I will never forget visiting his parents soon after they heard the worst news of their lives.
Richard and his friends were around twenty, visiting Mexico for fun in the sun. They were kids. They were serious students. All happily lived in the moment, excited or nervous or both about their futures. Then came the accident. The one with the most injuries in the vehicular collision was Richard. But they all walked away, quickly making a decision that may or may not have been the right one. And please, read the truth of those words: they may or may not have made a good decision. Hindsight is cruel. Second-guessing sours even our most reasonable thoughts.
Should they have gone to a hospital immediately after the accident?
Should they have hurried to get across the border to the United States?
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