"Bubbling or rattling sounds in the throat and chest may accompany breathing."
~ A Handbook for End-Of-Life Care
She opened her eyes and looked up into the left corner of the ceiling just as the last breath went. Apparently. I didn't see, because I couldn't look. My head was buried deep in Dave's armpit. We were standing at the foot of the bed and I was holding on to her left foot.
After she was gone and everyone was done crying, we went in the kitchen and drank tea.
“Who wants to help us wash her?” said the Aunts.
Who wants to help do the dishes?
Who wants to carry the groceries inside?
Who wants to set the table?
Who wants to change their dead mother’s diaper and wash her body with a sponge, you know, so she smells okay when she goes into the oven later this morning?!
Well, what would you have done?
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