OK. This is not going to be a fun question and if you are having an emotional week like I am please do not read this journal. If you are hardened a little, please read on. When it was time to let Jeff go I wanted to pull the plastic tube out of his throat. He hated it more than I have ever seen him hate anything. They would not let me take it out nor would they take it out for me. i AM FREAKING OUT at work right now because Jeff had to die with that stupid thing in his throat. I have nightmares about the bubbles of blood that gurgled up the tube when Jeff took his last breath. I just kept telling him to go with God.  Gotta try to work now.