As I sit at the death bed of a stranger, holding her hand, watching if each breath is her last, I wonder:
What was her life like?
Who was she? Did she love?
Did she really live?
Did she suffer tragedy?
Did she do all that she wanted in this life?
And why was she alone?
My God, I hope that on my death bed, I am surrounded by my family. My people. The ones that know me and my life. That they celebrate my life, who I was....what I was.
I hope on my death bed, that if I am with a stranger, that she will hold my hand, tell me that everything will be ok, and that I can let go.
And I hope that she will wonder that same things about me.....and that she will go and live.