Sept. 2, 2012

In Memoriam Fry 1953 ? -- 2012

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August 19, 2012

[Colored pencil drawing of Fry from Futurama. He's hanging onto the end of a white flag.]
In Memoriam
Fry
1953(?) -- 2012

My cellmate passed away in his sleep this morning, somewhere between 4:15 am and 7:30 am. He was my friend.

Out of respect for him and his family, I'll only refer to him by the nickname we all knew him by: Fry. Which I'm not entirely sure, but I believe it was from Futurama—a favorite show of his.

Plus, he did kinda make you think of the character.
Just a lot smarter.

Fry was about 59 years of age. Last night he complained of heartburn but thought nothing too unusual about it. It was a common thing for him every few days. But this time was different.

He'd been imprisoned for 35 years!

To last that long off prison food is an achievement in itself, of great magnitude.

Fry didn't smoke, do drugs, drink, nor steal. And he was not one of the many homosexuals who populate the prisons. He was a good guy that the legal system had failed to recognize. No danger to anyone, a completely moral individual during the short time I knew him. Yet he was sentenced to die under the false hope of parole.

Those entering the prisons after 1999 don't even get the idea of parole. Those sentenced before 1999 get parole dangled like a carrot just out of reach. And in Fry's case, his six decade old heart, after three and a half of those decades waiting for said parole, gave out in his sleep.

Fry thought it was cool that I took the time to write this blog and often read my posts before I mailed them. But neither of us saw this post coming.

It was a failure of humanity that he died in prison.

After every decade, the state should evaluate inmates. Have an outside, unbiased, real psychologist do it. They could better determine whether the inmate should remain in prison or deserve to be put back into society. This whole Christian eye-for-eye, life-for-a-life, tooth-for-a-tooth thing is too much like elementary school kids fighting over candy and wanting the one that go more candy or took someone else's candy to be spanked horrifically no matter the circumstances.

I don't even know what Fry was in here for, but what I do know is that, whatever it was, the man he was after 35 years of state servitude was capable of functioning in society. He wouldn't have been no harm to anyone.

Fry and I watched a show, Stargate Universe (SGU), at 3 am up until 4 am. He went to sleep after that. When I woke up at 7:15 or so, when the guards started morning count, I knew. The moment I climbed down off the top bunk and saw him here in the bottom bunk. He was dead.

Any attempt at CPR would've been futile.

[Red and yellow colored pencil drawing of a human heart.]

He had lost all of his color like one of those bugs that shed its skin, leaving a creepy-looking copy of itself for kids to find. Fry was an empty shell.

When I called out for the guard to contact medical and get the nurse down there, he knew too the moment he saw Fry. He'd passed away in his sleep.

I was taken to a holding cell when they removed Fry's remains. The cause of death was determined.

Heart failure.

The guards promptly packed up Fry's belongings and, while doing so, had to fend off many of the other inmates who'd attempted to steal anything they could from the deceased. Like vultures descending on a corpse, they went for this things. I was still in the holding cell at the time. Other actual friends (of Fry and myself) stood by to help the guards determine what items in the cell were Fry's (to pack up) and mine (to stay).

I'm back in my cell now. I did a full cleaning up of the small walk in closet like room, wall-to-wall. Scrubbing with what actual little chemicals we have access to. I was offered the chance to move to a different cell but declined. If I moved cells because someone died in it, I'd never have a bed space because I don't there's a cell in the prison system that at least one person or more has not died in. I don't know really, it's just a guess. But it seems about right.

In an episode of Gray's Anatomy, they talked about how a patient seems to know when they're going to die. How they sense death in the room waiting for them. If they don't even actually say anything, the doctor still knows because he can see it in their eyes that they sense it.

I wonder, though, if Fry sensed it. Death in our cell, waiting. Maybe deciding, "Which one."

And if he did, why didn't he say anything.

Or, after 35 years of hell, if he welcomed Death like an old friend, finally here to take him home...

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Nicki Posted 11 years, 6 months ago. ✓ Mailed 11 years, 6 months ago   Favorite
This was very beautifully written & touched my heart. Goodbye to your friend, I'd like to think he's home now.

Thank you for sharing.

Nicki

Eleanor_Anne Posted 11 years, 6 months ago. ✓ Mailed 11 years, 6 months ago   Favorite
I'm so sorry you lost your friend. I wish there were something I could say or do to make you feel better. Well maybe I can tell you a few things to improve your mood. For starters Connor has become a rather good football player. Although he's a freshman he's been asked to play JV. I've been told he is skinnier than the other boys but when he runs at them he plows them over like dominos. Mickie is trying to be her schools sports team manager. And Ellie is thrilled at the fact that she is the second smartest kid. They seem to like their school here, its a small school here in Wyoming but its really nice they provide their students with laptops and such. I hope you didnt think I was being one of those vindictive people. I never intended to be and as I see it you've had enough time to "sit in your room and think of what you done". I often wonder if we could be friends again if you were out. I'm anxious to find out and heck to even see how you and the new hub would mesh. We went to the lake today and he thought it was funny to skip rocks at me and ellie, luckily he hasent the best of aim. Well dear I'm gonna hop off this thing. I wish you a wonderful day and good night.

Sincerely yours,
Opal Mahaffey

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