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The room was quiet

Being with the dying is an absolute privilege and honour. I remember my first client death very well. I sat at the bedside of an elderly gentleman, while he was actively dying in hospital. His partner has stepped out to make funeral arrangements. The room was quiet. I could  only hear his breath. Suddenly, the sound ceased. He had died. It was peaceful and calm. I hope we can all be as fortunate to die in this way.Brampton_The room was quiet