This weekend was marred with death.
Beginning Friday morning, death hit us in unfathomable numbers and ages.
For us, it continued throughout the weekend. Every beep of the pager, sent Doc H charging into the hospital only to return home each time with the same morbid news-- The situation was not salvageable.
Sunday night, Doc H turned to me and said, "I couldn't save one this weekend."
No. Not this weekend.
Many could not be saved this weekend.