The utter silence.
I think that's what got to me.
After a week of machines and alarms,
of raspy breaths and the hum of the oxygen
it was suddenly silent.
I had sat by her bedside, holding her hand
during those last couple of hours.
She received her blessing from the priest.
Then she took a couple of deep breaths
and that was it.
My husband came in the room
and I asked him to turn off the oxygen
and then it was suddenly
Even all the fowl in the yard seemed to sense the need for silence.
No sheep bleating in the distance.
For a few moments.
We sat like that in silence,
tears streaming down our faces.
We held her hand.
And then it was time to let go...