Finally

"I have lived my entire life asking for death to take me, now he's knocking on my door and I do not want to answer," I cry. Tears begin to spill from my aged and nearly blind eyes. My children and their children are here, clutching onto me as if to keep my soul from floating away. Old friends and brothers and sisters weep and curse at my bedside. Neighbors and their families come and leave flowers in my room. My youngest grandbabies crawl in my bed and hold me as I once held them, singing to me the lullabies I once cooed to them. I felt loved. A warm farewell at the end of a long life. And to die being this missed already is both terrifying and yet blissful. With what little strength I have left I smile to my beloved friends and family, my final farewell as I finally open the door for death.