Right now, my husband and I are in the process of watching his beloved Grandmother slowly slip from this world into the next. The night before last, as I sat up in her hospital room, listening to her labored breathing, the following words came to me.
As the space between breaths lengthens
So the space to eternity shrinks
Here death does not steal or stalk
But waits as a plain and welcome bridge
Love dwells both here and there
A shining figure silently beckons
The journey is but from home to Home
The Wisdom of Gavroche 