Posted on 12/02/2022 2:48:33 PM PST by nickcarraway
My aunt listened to my terminally ill uncle’s disturbing death rattle breathing all night . He had had some strokes and was apparently not conscious. In the morning, after sunup she went outside for a break. She came back into his room and said “Mel, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. It’s a beautiful day out. And I love you.” He opened his eyes, looked into hers, and then passed.
A peaceful passing can be beautiful even if the sorrow is real as well.
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