He told me he had to stay alive until August 9 th, and he did. He was with us in ICU for several weeks and fought courageously until the very end. I could barely continue to write when tears started streaming down my face. He made me promise I wouldn’t talk to anyone about the letter. It was the most romantic and also the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. He had to dictate part of your letter to me after he lost the use of his hands. As you obviously know, he was a very special man. I see your name, Tess Davis, was on the list of approved visitors for Professor Brewster. Nurse Salter told her Daniel had passed away five days earlier on the evening of August 9 th. Tess pulled the handkerchief out of her pocket. In less than a minute the door opened and a nurse walked out carrying a file. “Tess or Theresa Walker, I mean Davis, I mean Tess Davis Walker.” “Good morning, I’m here to visit Daniel Brewster.” After reading the instructions Tess pressed the intercom button. As the sliding door opened to the Intensive Care Unit Tess was welcomed by an intercom on the wall adjacent to the clouded glass doors. Searching the wall directory she found the ICU floor and proceeded to the elevators. After she wiped the beads of perspiration from her forehead, she twirled her shoulder length platinum blonde hair into a little bun, picked up her black case and walked through the front door.
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