Last rites

May 1, 2020 | Michigan | 40-49 years

The date on this on is fluid, as it is a reoccurring dream. It's a sort of waking dream that I have somewhere between the hours of 7-9am. I'm laying in a hospital bed struggling and they are putting the tube down my throat. My family/parents are there and I think a priest or chaplain and all I can think is how sorry I am I won’t be able to help them with their online/curbside grocery orders or any other tech trouble shooting.