It’s not imminent

We all die alone; it’s our own
Personal drama. Noone should
Take our spotlight. I will stay
As witness. I will not let him go
Alone. I will be the chorus to his
Agamennon, the Fool to his Lear

Burt’s decline, as I have mulled it over and over, is a dark time for me.

It is also dark for him. He speaks of dying. He is anxious, paranoid, and sleeping.

One night, he was up with the full moon, talking and talking.

The next,  he slept on through the day and into the night as a big moon still shone through our window.

That day and night waking was intermittent as sleep had been the night before.

Death will come, I hope quietly, I hope peacefully, I hope with the light of the moon.

I will be there, in his shadow, to hold his hand, as witness.

It’s not imminent. I don’t know why I feel I have to prepare, to brace myself for its inevitability.

In the meantime, I just want to keep him safe, comfortable, and happy. These last couple of days, he seems to have accomplished the happiness card.

That’s wonderful to witness.

I am enjoying his pleasure. It’s delightful.