This is a six-sentence challenge story in response to the GirlieOnTheEdge blog. The prompt word is code and you should go see how others have met the challenge. In this context, to be coded is to be resuscitated when your heart stops.

She’s somebody’s grandmother and he visits every day. Mostly she knows him, but sometimes she calls him by his grandfather’s name. He smiles and shows me the pictures, side by side, one blond and one dark. “I don’t mind,” he says. “We look just alike and she loves us both.

 “I’ll miss her,” he says, “but she doesn’t want to be coded—says there’s nobody left knows what she knows. She attended all their funerals.”