Four years ago, my father-in-law passed away while we watched.
Whatever had caused him pain overtook him in just a few short months.
My mother-in-law endured it with admirable beauty and grace...
In this dim lit hospital room, she has held his hand for ten hours. The other hand on his shoulder, she watches intently as her husband endures his final hours. The room is silent in the absence of machines. Nothing more can be done.
So we wait.