He texted him and said that she was slipping away. She is still present, still engaging with her visitors but she’s not eaten or drunk anything for over a week and is slow to contribute. Will she let go? He says she is sleeping most of the time. A part of me in jealous. To slip away, to sleep, to let go. I suspect she doesn’t want to. She has much to hold on to life for – her children, her grandchildren, her sisters and her husband. But her body thinks differently. It is killing itself. And she must yield. As we all must when our time arrives. I would like to see her. There is a grace to this process. It is a hallowed space. I hope she finds the peace to slip willing. And then I wish him all the succour he needs for his life that she has left behind.
