p.s.
Just a memory of another 95 year old gentleman who died, but had waited till his son flew in from Portland, Maine.............he was sitting up in the chair in his hospital room..........not in any pain at all........had the last conversation with his youngest son.......then had some breathing difficulty which gave him a tiny bit of anxiety (as the son told me on the telephone; this was a distant cousin).......the nurse gave him a shot of morphine and he peacefully left this earth.
He had been at home until that day, with end stage lung cancer..........never smoked a day in his life; was a librarian.........anyway, I was told it was a peaceful death as was my mom's a peaceful death as I had sat with her all day at the nursing home by her bedside.
My librarian cousin also had his wonderful intelligence and joy of living right up to the end........but kept saying, as did all the others............"I want to join my wife".
She had died years earlier.
I know the spirit lives on............but that's another discussion........
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