She has been on the "way out" for the past few weeks. Always a petite lady, she had not eaten or drank anything since Monday. The morphine drip keeping her comfortable as she slept peacefully, seemingly unaware of her surroundings.
Last night, I prayed that God would me merciful and release her from mortal being. There was no purpose in perpetuating the inevitable , no turning back the clock.
I fell asleep aware somehow that our visit last night would be the last.
Mary Maloney joined her parents and her brother Pat, a few hours ago.
My first visit to Kristine's Aunt Mary's apartment at Elizabeth Towers 15 years ago still makes me laugh.
We knocked on her door, she answered and asked us to be careful not to let her new cat escape. We were pleased to learn the aging spinster had a companion to keep her company. We slipped in one by one, opening the door just wide enough to slip in. The joke was on us, the cat was a stuffed animal.
She was Kristine's eccentric Aunt who never forgot a birthday or Mothers Day. She rarely left the confines of her apartment.
"You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been."
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