Charles and his wife Myra had been married for 53 years. They had children, grandchildren & great grandchildren. All their lives they had dwelled in the country. Simple folks, they always had a garden, always shared the fruits with family and church friends.

Now Charles is bedridden. He has only a short time left in this life. He knows it. Myra knows it. Their grandson has come to stay with them so he can assist Mona in caring with love. They keep a watch during the day and all during the night.

Their mutual love permeates every minute, every conversation, and every action.

Charles smiles peacefully, talks slowly and weakly, but follows their movements with trust and gratitude.

He has forgotten much of today; he remembers years past. Myra and grandson tune into the memories he shares. They laugh with him and chime in with details as he pauses in his broken train of thought.

The linens on the bed are soft, spotless, warm and cozy. The TV is loud because that’s the way he likes it. All the medical necessities line the walls of the little room. One would know they have made sure he has every comfort and help available.

Myra’s voice is soft and loving as she talks to her dying husband. She is learning more about how to live as she cares for and watches her husband die.

- A. Galasso

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