A longtime friend of mine died in 2015. We had met in college in 1950 and kept in touch through the years.
She enjoyed going to plays, the symphony, the art museum and various other civic functions.
She became seriously ill in January 2015. I went to the hospital and stayed with her for several hours even though she did not know I was there.
The next morning she was still unconscious and I was told that she would never be able to breath on her own, so at 2 o'clock the doctor was going to turn off the machine and she would die.
I stayed by her bed , holding her hand, until they told me the time had come. I left because I did not want to be there when she died.
This letter is part of the Death Letter Project - North Carolina, a means to celebrate the 150th anniversary of Historic Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh, NC.
Credits:
Michael Palko