On The Last Moments Leading Up To Your Death
(excerpt)
The Hospice nurse’s name is Natalie. She hands me a book to prepare me for your death. She tells me it won’t be long.
You die around 4:44 p.m. There are four of us in the room: Dad, your twin sisters, and me. It’s too much for your mother, and I’ve asked the others to give us space. It’s too many people for you to let go of. And I know who you really want there. Your heart is strong so it takes long for your body to go. I try walking away to see if that might help you transition. You hold on. I hold your feet at the end of the bed. It isn’t until I whisper in your ear, Thank you for being such a good mother to me. I love you. You can go now. that you finally let yourself go. I count every one of your breaths. Watch the slower and slower rise and fall of your chest. The rattle of each last breath. Until Dad tells me that’s it. I look at the clock. Then I text Natalie to let her know you’re gone.
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