Showing posts with label hospice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospice. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Going down fighting

Grigori returns from visiting his brother Vladimir, Grigori thinks it was the last time he will see Vlad.

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Grigori: The nurse was there when I arrived, she’d left some medicine, some heart medicine…


Alexandre: To get it going again if it stopped?


Grigori: Maybe not. Maybe to make it easy. She was from the hospice.


Alexandre: Did he recognize you?


Grigori: I thought he was gone at one stage. No pulse for a whole minute. Then it started again. I said, “It’s me, Grigori.” And he opened one eye. And I said, “Everyone says hello and Godspeed.” And then he whispered, “Tha - thang.”


Alexandre: He heard.


Grigori: He understood. But the nurse said, it’s going to be difficult for him. He’s the type that doesn’t let go easily. He may hang on for a few days. Or more.


Alexandre: Vlad’s a fighter. In the war. Escaping from the prison camp. Breaking in the farm. Never giving up on his kids, even with one a full-on bipolar.


Grigori: He’s not going to let go easily. He’ll hang on and on and go down fighting. It’s going to be hard on us all.

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Voice-over

The last days of a life. The words stop. Sight and touch become the channels of communication. Again. Just as in our first days of life.

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