He replied to his text late last night. The same minute detail. He needs to do it, he admits to this. Emojis pepper his words – smiling faces, grim faces – an attempt at trying to make this palatable. It isn’t. She is failing. No food, no liquids, nothing. Any sustenance she takes just feeds the tumours. He describes her as ‘donkey’, refusing to give up, stubborn. Is she? Is this what she feels she ought to do on his and their family’s behalf? I wish her grace, once again and the space to go when she wants and needs to. Oh, hold them both. Let the nightmare of death reach its conclusion in peace.
