Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?
The cold fluorescent lights didn't match the overheated ER suite.
"Shirley? Are they taking me upstairs soon?"
"Yeah, Ma. Soon. They're waiting to hear from the doctor."
"Will it be an odd-numbered room?"
The nurse with the purple glasses bustled through the curtain. "Ok, sweetie, ready to go upstairs?"
"Is it an odd-numbered room?"
"I think so," said the nurse. "Don't worry. It's not 208."
"Please make it an odd-numbered room. Just not room 208."
"Why not 208?" I asked, knowing the answer as soon as the question was out of my mouth.
"That's where her husband died."
And just like that I felt like a stranger in my own family.