I hear a voice. One voice.
The heavy whisper of death.
90 years of almost 90 years of happiness
She’s watched many siblings, friends and others pass her by to other worlds. She held on strong full of love.
Grandmother’s sister. One of many many sisters.
The voice calls Marie as I lay sleeping and dreaming of her last months of pain. The heavy whisper took the only Great Aunt among her siblings whose name I could always remember.
The whispering voice takes her away to a better place.
Better than the place full of pain she’s been living anyway.
The voice is gone.
Goodbye Aunt Marie.