To Mick

Dear Mick,

It's hard to know what to say to a dying man. You're not really aware of what's going on, I know. I guess in a lot of ways that's a good thing! You didn't know me at the beginning of our visit today, although you did by the end.

I think it's getting very close to the time when you leave us. In a lot of ways that will be a relief to all of us, especially you. You always feared becoming a burden on others, as if we would ever mind one minute of the time we now spend with you. You have always been so independent - too independent in some ways, because it made reaching out for help too hard. You don't have to reach far now - we're right here with you, and with Ruth, and we will stay until we are no longer needed. I promise we will take care of her, even when she doesn't want it. You have been together for so long, she's not yet ready to let you go. I don't think she ever will be. But we will be beside her on her new journey as she discovers life without you beside her.

I know you aren't afraid to die - we spoke about it a lot over the last few months. I know you have confidence that God is with you and will remain with you as you leave us. You told me about your death experience, the peace you found. I hope you find it again soon.

You lived a good life Mick. You live on in your son and grandchildren. You fought the good fight. You have finished the race. You have kept the faith.

God be with you always.