Thursday, July 22, 2010

Trick or Treat

When he was dying of emphysema Pépé Joe mostly sat in his rocking chair surrounded by an oxygen tank and all the tubes, bandages and medical tape associated with palliative care. When he was close to death he started to hallucinate, so Mémé covered all the mirrors in the house with towels or bedsheets. “Le Seigneur me sauvez, je peux le voir!” he’d wheeze, imagining that he could see Satan in his own reflection. Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe guilt or just maybe the Devil did come to get him. He finally breathed his last on Hallowe’en, 1972.

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