Cars continually crowd the driveway of the patient. Every day there are at least three or four coming and going every few hours. Being respectful my husband and I have stayed away, allowing family and close friends to say their goodbyes without the intrusion of casual acquaintances such as neighbors like us.
But still, every morning when I raise the shade on my front door's window, I'm immediately transported inside that house in my head. I see the scene. I know what's going on and it's not good. His wife, his children, his grandchildren, his siblings -- all gathered around, waiting.
If only we could all die in a puff of smoke, like a Disney-esque genie appearing out of nowhere only in reverse. That would be so much better. Surprising, to be sure, but not heart-wrenching and even kind of whimsical. If I were God, I'd do it that way.
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