There I was, face to face with Death. He was polished, dressed in a suit and tie, and wearing spectacles. He didn’t look how I’d expected. He had kind eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked. I shook my head. Was anyone? He carried me away, whispering apologetically as we went.
Kirsten Kelley wrote this story.
that’s certainly how it was for my loved ones, RIP
Terrific story, and she’s whisked away so gently.
Beautiful 💛