by Ethel Mortenson Davis
His breathing
became ragged.
It was a rainy day.
At 6:00 p.m.
he passed away.
I was with him,
finally alone,
all afternoon.
I told him I was sorry
he had to endure
this ending.
A woman doctor
came up from
a different floor
to say to me
that when we die,
we choose the people
we want to be with.
fourwindowspress 
Gave me shivers, Ethel. Beautiful, heartbreaking, the “ending” offering some comfort. Sending much love, Diane
A wonderful comment. Ethel
Tears come to my eyes reading this, Ethel. It’s good that you were able to be with him. ❤️
Thanks. Love and peace to you. Ethel
These lines are immensely poignant, and brave, Ethel. My very best wishes, John
Thank you John. Best to you too, Ethel.
A comforting thought.
Yes it is. Ethel