I was at dialysis on Saturday and this guy named Frank was there. I go back in the clinic on Tuesday and one of the other patients told me he passed on on Monday. This is so hard because Frank was on my shift. He was probably around my mom's age, he was probably a little younger. He was friendly, very talkitive and sometimes he would get on your nerves. I am having a hard time with my grief now because on the 6th of Jan. I just lost my grandpa. He was 93. The week before there was another dialysis patient Birtha that was on the second shift and she passed on. She came in on a stecher because she had no lims and was diabetic. Now hearing about Frank yesterday and going to my grandpa's burail service yesterday afternoon too.
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