Chilling reality of the thing. You take me inside the private family matter. Wonderfully handled. Much peace to you. Thanks

So very well done Chris especially for such a personal issue. But certainly one we may all face someday. Again wonderful write.

I was with my Mother the night before she died. She told me she was "ready". The phone rang early the next morning. I did not want to answer it. I knew she was gone. Chilling.

saying goodbye is never easy is it? but a very haunting piece came of it. thank you for sharing chris.

This short piece contains such a lot of pain, love and a sense of continuity. Thank you.

One of the most intimate of events - I am humbled by your sharing. Thank you.

This poem is a sad reminder of a similar experience, down to the detail of the still warm forehead and hands and the final peace after a long life. How often my parents have come knocking in my dreams over these years since I and they said our earthly goodbyes. This is so poignant for me, Chris. Thanks.

The first time in 72 years... powerful imagery. When I read the poem a second time the doorbell echoed around each word. Quite a mix of haunting comfort. Exquisite write.

I really like this one -- it is extremely sad, but you describe it in a way that avoids all the trite manners people usually use. You share your sadness as uniquely your sadness.