Five months ago a very important person in my life died. I was there. I saw it all. Senses diminished. Movement slowed. Breathing stopped.

It might be witnessing the mechanics of dying, or trying to accommodate the loss, or just failing to comprehend nothingness. I don’t know. But that moment, that image… it just won’t go away. I do get it. I do get that we all die. But for the life of me I cannot shake that moment from my mind, that moment of being and then not being.

Her last breath.

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