It’s never too late

My friend cared for her mother the last years of her life until it was time for her to depart. She was willful and clung to her life, though it was painful and sad. She could not let go. The hospice caregivers came and rubbed her hands and feet with soothing lotion, put on her favorite piano music softly and opened a window so the warm and dry Rocky Mountain breeze could caress her. She let go peacefully.

I wrote my friend:

I held so tightly

moist hands, soft music, cool breeze

I get to come home

-Geoff, 062221

-For Shelley, June 19, 2021

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My friend replied:

Seventy-five years

twenty-five minutes of peace

It’s never too late

-Sam, 062221