3 years ago husband of almost 64 yrs was admitted to a beautiful nursing home straight from hospital for end of life care. He lived exactly 4 weeks. I sat with him every day..I had cared for him a few years but his needs got past my capability to cope with the last weeks. He was 3 months short of 90..a happy jolly kind man..never would admit 'were getting old J'..he'd tell me "you speak for yourself, I'm not old"..bless him. At 4.15 am while holding hands he took his last frail breath..before I left the room I noticed the net curtain at the open window flapped in the light breeze..I, who doesnt believe in an afterlife, had a sence, it was Js soul having left the tiny white frame that lay on the bed..
Leaving in his usual gentle manner. Not a day goes by I don't think of him..many times..I wake, sure he is beside me..I was blessed to have that man so many years...I'll miss him forever.