March 5, 2009

"I can't bear to think of her all alone there, surrounded by foreign voices."

Miss Kelly points to this quite Beautiful Deathbed Story


Death can be beautiful, they say.  Here's a quite moving story by
British expat writer Michael Wright, who stayed with a frail widow friend for her last few hours on earth, in a hospital room, holding her hand, talking and singing hymns.

He had never been close to anyone dying.

I have never been close to anyone dying. Not physically, anyway, if we discount sheep and chickens. But now comes a phone call to say that our friend Laura – a frail widow who, at 56, is Jolibois' poshest and longest-serving English resident – has collapsed into unconsciousness. At the hospital in Limoges, the doctors barely expect her to last the night.

"You must go," says Alice, who is breastfeeding our newborn baby. "I can't bear to think of her all alone there, surrounded by foreign voices." Laura's parents, siblings and husband are all dead. Her only surviving close relative is her son, who is in prison.

Posted by Jill Fallon at March 5, 2009 10:37 AM | Permalink