Inevitable.

Tonight, somewhere, someone is dying with family by their bedside.

A cool cloth is placed on his forehead.

A mouth is wiped dry.

A hand is held.

A tear is shed.

A story is told.

Someone laughs.

I left you surrounded by your family. I was honored to have seen you one last time.

Death is an inevitable journey for us all.

I hope yours is peaceful.

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