Passing on

Watching an old man pass his last hours on earth. His family drawn in from homes miles away to be with him, to be with each other as he goes. Laughter and tears and memories shared.

Death is not pretty, it takes very few gently, but it is not all unkind. Hours pass, wavering between peace and agitation, before peace finally falls forever.

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