I only visited the ward once, which was more than I really could take. The smell was unbearable to me, it was so clean. The air was too artificial. He was laid out in bed, barely awake or able to speak. His hands were pale and the skin on them was like paper. I spent the afternoon with him, watching college football. When the college games were done, he asked me to stay with him a while and watch the high school games. I told him next time.