People who die have to die either alone or without family present.
The last time I saw my mom was the day after the earthquake. Got a call today that we should probably come to Highland Cove because things didn’t look good. I was just on my way home from my “essential” job of delivering auto parts so I drove home. I told my wife we needed to go see mom and just then my wife’s phone rang and the hospice nurse said she had passed on. So…we didn’t make there to see her.
Interesting (to me) side story. Mom’s favorite flower was the iris, specifically a black iris. For whatever reason this spring, the black irises in our yard were blooming really well (they often don’t) and when they bloomed, they stayed bloomed. Hardly any folded up like a zoob football team all spring. When we got the call that mom had passed, my wife went out and clipped an iris so we could lay it with her when the mortuary came. It was nice.
When we got home (about an hour ago) I went out to look at the irises, and all the black ones that were in bloom at 3:00 were now all shriveled up.
There’s a lot of energy in this world that we don’t understand.
Thanks for letting me ramble…
Also edit…she didn’t die of COVID. Natural causes, she was 93.