What a beautiful poem about a death!

Angela would feel honored and shed tears over the pages.

“Well. I kind of said goodbye to Deirdre a couple of years back. When she started forgetting who I was. I just said goodbye to her one evening when she was gone to sleep. And that was that for Deirdre in my mind. I became a stranger’s carer instead for the last few years.”

What a wise and gentle man. A lesson I would like to follow, if such a thing occurs to me, if I can.

"Only Angela needed to know all the ins and outs of what his last plans were. We must respect privacy now and remain satisfied with a sense that he felt it was time to go".

I do wish that I can fly away the way I want.

I wouldn't have to leave a letter for my children; they would all understand and know not to comment to anyone.

You don't just write well: you describe a story in such a way that we experience the characters' scenes and feelings.

Thank you!