Three years ago

[paulkincaid]

Three years ago today! We knew it was close, or at least I did, I'm not sure how much Maureen knew of anything at this time. The home had moved an extra bed into her room so I could be with her all the time. It was night; she had been in and out of consciousness all day and now seemed to be sleeping. I was watching television. It was just about ten o'clock at night. Then there was a loud, gulping, croaking noise. I didn't know what a death rattle was, but I recognised it at once. I ran and got the nurse: I think she's died, I said. As we got back to the room, there was another rattle, then silence, stillness. And the world ended.