Kris DeWild

The time of death could not be set precisely for that night. No unseen angel stopped the clock or rang a bell, nor did he prop a sentinel beside the door to free the passing of the soul. Grace ceased to breathe alone, in silence, blest relief she'd hoped for now obtained. When I was called, I groped for words and choked back tears in disbelief. They say we're never ready for the death of one beloved by us, no…