Comfort upon Death

Kneeling, I look up at her sunken cheeks, knowing, as my eyes rise to the crucifix on the wall behind her chair, that she is not long for this world. I know the pain is unbearable and I glance back and forth between her unsettled self and Christ’s body and soul, ready to escort her Home .

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