Thomas Robinson

He was my buddy. I was his Respiratory Therapist on nights. I was there the night he passed. I held his hand like I have done many evenings as I gave him a treatment or therapy. I stayed in his room and held his hand until his dear family could come and be with him. Prayers to you all.

He was my buddy. I had the privilege of being his Respiratory Therapist on nights, and I was there and held his hand like I did many evenings while doing a treatment or therapy. I stayed with him until his dear family made it to be with him. I didnt want him to be alone. I checked in on him often his last stay at our hospital. God bless him and his family. Prayers to you all.