My own beloved but severely mentall ill brother was also a
victim of this not so benign neglect . I found his bloated, blackened,
unrecognizable corpse in his Warwick apartment one very hot day last
June. My sister and I were bringing him his lithium refill. His medical
doctor had delayed it because Ray had failed to keep an appointment (
not cooperating ? ) . Ray was a radio technician for the Warwick Police
Department for some 20 years. A funeral contingent showed up at the
Pawtucket Cemetery to fire off shots in his honor. " Finally, a little
dignity for Ray ", I thought. At the wake his two daughters and old
friends agreed sadly that our mental health system stinks. Not for
nothing Ray talked to God at night in the tone of old Job of the Old
Testament. He was a devout Catholic to the end.
We hope change is in the air.
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