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After my brother's serious heart attack, he lay in a coma(昏迷) in the hospital. Tubes and wires 36 him up to machines that kept him alive. The only sound in his room was the 37 whoosh(呼呼声) of the pump forcing air into his lungs. My sister--in--law stood by, 38 As a minister I had been with families in similar 39 . I had searched for the right 40 , a phrase of hope, trying to 41 them. But this was a new 42 During these difficult days, my sister-- in-- law and I were 43 between hope and resignation. We 44 every visitor. We were grateful for their stories of people who had 45 comas and return to 46 . We listened when they talked knowledgeably about the stages of grief. We knew they cared. But many visitors came 47 the door talking, and kept talking. Was that how I had dealt with my nervousness when I didn't know 48 to say? Then a/n 49 friend came to visit. He stood with us around the bed, looking at my brother's body. There was a long silence. Suddenly | 
