Bittersweet

My hospice patient died this morning, after several weeks of decline.  I'd been visiting her once a week for about 20 months, talking about her family, her career, her travels.  She loved to eat and I was usually there for lunch; lobster, black olives, pistachio ice cream were her favorites.  And we listened to Harry Belafonte songs every time, singing and swaying along.  I will always remember her when I hear his music, which I'm listening to now in memoriam.  I will miss her, but I am glad she is free from suffering.  My thoughts and prayers are with her wonderful family.