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Jun 26
Sometime at night Helen would stop breathing she
used scare me so I wouldn't be able to sleep I'd lay there watching and praying for
her to breath again eventurely she
All of a sudden she would take In a huge amount of air
Into her lungs I would give a sigh of relief things were going to be OK this time but every time It
I thought this breath would  be her last that no more she would breath its something that had gone on for years until sadly she breathed her last
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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