I Know You Love Me — Now Let Me Die
Jan 16, 2016
In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy
pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in days
gone past watch her children play. Soup would boil on the stove just in case
she felt like a sip or two. Perhaps the radio softly played Al Jolson or Glenn
Miller, flowers sat on the nightstand, and family quietly came and went. These
were her last days. Spent with familiar sounds, in a familiar room, with
familiar smells that gave her a final chance to summon memories that will help
carry her away. She might have offered a hint of a smile or a soft squeeze of
the hand but it was all right if she didn’t. She lost her own words to tell us
that it’s OK to just let her die, but she trusted us to be her voice and we
took that trust to heart.
You see, that’s how she used to die. We saw our elderly
different then.
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