Today my father in law died. He’d been ill for a long time and his death wasn’t unexpected.
I was there with him when he died. His breathing had become labored, his breaths had long gaps between them. At ten minutes past eight this evening he took what I thought was his last breath. A tear came out of his eye. Then I ‘felt’ him in the room, a young, tall, handsome man. He was looking down at his body, old and pale and lifeless, in the hospital bed. Then his body took one last short breath, and he was gone.
It was a beautiful death.