Get up in the mornin', look after the an'mals, look af'er the farm, an' go to bed. Wake up the next mornin' an' start all over again. E'ryday until these old bones fin'ly stop movin'.

[It's how he's lived his life for the past ten years. The only difference he sat at a desk and through board meetings.]

[And then there's an actual sob and he buries his face in his arms, the next part coming out muffled.]

Not in the hospital. I donnae know where Della is.