I sat with my friend holding her hand as she was lying in a coma. I had visited her husband's grave the day before and asked him to come and take her before the pain got too bad. I also asked for his support through the process. As she was preparing to go she opened her eyes, looked over my right shoulder and smiled a most beautiful smile. I could feel his hand on my shoulder giving me a supportive hug as he had often done when he was alive. Then she passed and left with him.
