grandpa died yesterday at five o'clock. mom thinks he wanted to die, has wanted to die for years now. he held grandma's hand until the end of it.
we learned words like multi-system organ failure, co-morbidities, terminal wean, agonal breathing. strange, how precise the language of death. how one can single out the nanosecond when the body transforms from living to dead.
but they didn't have to turn off the vent. he waited until his family surrounded him like a makeshift womb, and only then did he let his heart stop.
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