Tom ~ Passage
It was a cold winter afternoon but full of sunlight and reddish streaks of cloud. Tom passed away at noon. I had been there during the morning hours. Tom was breathing laborously and already seemed distant. His family of six was at his bedside. A candle. Death came on tiptoe and took him without a struggle. . . I walked home and sat quietly at the piano and played Bach's Wenn ich einmal soll scheiden while the evening darkness set in.
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Prayers for your Friend.
I hope I have a friend like you at my side, when I make my transition.
"Eternal light grant to him, o Lord."
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