The last time that I ever saw Doris Fader was in her apartment in Great Neck, sitting in her chair. By this time, she was in a lot of pain and it was obvious, although she tried in vain to cover it up. She would sit in the chair and grimace with her eyes closed and I used to think that she was wishing the end would come soon. She probably was. I had brought my laptop up for this particular trip under the guise that I was going to get something done although god knows what that was, since this was early June and I was far removed from school. I sat on Doris and Howard's couch as Doris rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. My mother and father shuttled in and out of the room, taking turns asking Doris if she needed anything. The answer was always no. My grandfather nervously paced about, periodically opening his mouth to say something but then shutting it just as quickly. I was very uncomfortable because I felt the mourning already setting in and yet, Doris was still painfully breathing. My mother approached me after a whlie and said "Maybe you should try talking to her for a bit. She's pretty unhappy now." She then left the room, leaving just me and Doris, who really only seemed partially there. I really didn't know what to say in such an uncomfortable situation, being put on the spot like that. I opened Itunes and put on "I Loves You Porgy" by Billie Holiday, because I thought she might like it. I know it's a famous Nina Simone song but I put on the Billie Holiday version that I have because I like it more. There's a lyric "It's going to be like dying" that always makes me shiver when I hear Billie sing it and I suppose I put it on for this reason, not even considering Doris' situation. I swear to you, I saw this with my own two eyes; Doris' face LIT up. She smiled and she looked at me and said "It's Billie". She started to hum along and then began to quietly sing the lyrics, her eyes closing in a very different manner than before If you can keep me/I want to stay here with you forever/I've got my man.