It was a quiet afternoon at Austin General Hospital. The fluorescent lights hummed softly, the shuffle of nurses’ shoes echoed down sterile halls, and the faint aroma of antiseptic clung to the air. For most, it was an ordinary day—until a hush suddenly fell across the third-floor corridor. Heads turned. Conversations stopped mid-sentence.

A Broken Wrist, A Restless Spirit

A Flower for a Friend

Laughter and Old Stories

“How About We Sing a Little Something?”

A Room Transformed

The World Reacts

A Glimpse of Mortality, A Testament of Love

The Farewell That Wasn’t

Epilogue