Nana’s eyelids flutter open. She raises her head.
“I have to go, they’re here for me.”
I look around. Empty room. “Who’s here, Nana?”
She frowns. “Papa and Samuel. Don’t you see them?”
“No one’s there, Nana.”
But she sighs, gazing off into the vacant corner.
Suddenly, she gasps, “Samuel is so young!”
I take her hand, stroke her thumb. “Nana!?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Are you going now?”
She collapses, sinking into the bed, dwindling somehow. I guess so.
“What’s it like?”
Her dimple appears, disappears. “Gravity.”
Her face is exultant. When it relaxes, I watch her light leave with two others.
Beautifully written… chapeau …
Thank you so much! You must know what it means to me for you to say that.
Exquisite piece of writing. Kudos.
What an amazing compliment! Thank you!
Something I would never attempt to write. Truly respect your achievement in doing so.
You are too kind! Thank you so much!
Well done! This reminds me of my mother’s death. You’ve captured it.
I am so sorry for your loss. I feel it acutely as I lost my own when I was none. Thank you for your words.
This was an uxultant tale and, although the word is overused, a poignant one.
Thank you! I love the ten dollar words!
Beautiful. Have seen similar. Well expressed.
Lovely compliments, thank you!
Wow, you captured loss so deeply in 101. Beautiful.
I thank you from the bottom of my shriveled writer’s heart.
Very well written. I have only witnessed one person passing. One moment my dad’s face was in agony, the next it was at peace.
And then so was yours. Thank you and I’m so glad I could capture a moment so many seem to have shared.
Thank you for the beautiful story of the final journey, Deanna.
Thank you, Dee for your kind words.
So refreshing to see death written about by someone who is at peace with letting a loved one go.
Thank you, sir but I don’t know about that kind of peace. I’m too preoccupied with the piece of my heart that each and every soul has taken with them when they went. Those pieces yearn to reunite.
Beautiful picture of leave taking. I sometimes wonder who will be there for me.
Thank you, dear friend. Your words are appreciated, as is the time you took to say them.