Have you witnessed a loved one dying? Your poem describes the scenes I experienced when I helped my dad and my grandmother die. For hours, I gave them permission to let go. I must have reapeated myself hundreds of time. And then in one swift pivitol moment, they took their last breath.

Six hours after my dad died I wnet downstairs and the music box he gave me played the most beautiful song from across the room for over one minute. The music was so bittersweet, I forgot no one was there. it was oly when I realized I was alone that the music stopped.

My dad was always one for surprises. :)