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Today at 12:45 PM I got a call from my friend with Cancer step daughter that they were going to move her to the Hospice at 1:30 PM as she had continued to decline . So I got dressed, knew that it would be several hours before my friend would be made comfortable so I headed off for a bite of lunch before I went off to visit.

I got there at 3:20, signed in and was shown to my friends room where she was sedated, hooked up to the O2 and was struggling for breath. I sat down held her hand told her I loved her, knew that she loved me, that she was a brave person to suffer through this time and she should do what she needed to do and that I understood. She just slowly started to stop breathing and in less than 5 minutes she was gone. It really was just so peaceful, the hard part is getting up to the line between life and death.

I got up went to the desk told them that my friend had passed, asked them to call the step daughter to notify her and asked to talk to her for a moment. Which I did. I talked to the Priest for a moment or two and told him about how my parents had passed and that love and kindness are the only enduring qualities in this life that mean anything. By about 4:30 PM I was home again.

It all seems just so matter of fact to me, I just did what needed to be done and that was hold her hand without any fuss or muss. Now tomorrow I many just fall apart into a quivering mass of inconsolable jelly?