A friend for the final journey
I have wanted to write a letter about death for some time.
I was present at the death of my father, mother and beloved uncle -- all of whom passed away in the last decade. It meant a great deal to me that none of these dear people died alone.
I remember their last words and their final breaths. I was privileged to be a part of their final journeys. The most difficult journeys I have ever undertaken with another person.