© 2001 Ellen McCormick Martens

I was present at the end of someone's life, and after the breath had left, even though the body was still warm, something had gone. I kept imagining this person's chest was rising and falling, but I knew it wasn't. I felt the presence of the person, and something like joy entered my heart, even in my sorrow. The mystery of death is sacred.

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