She lay in bed, eyes opened, hand clutching a dog. The stuff animal had nice smooth soft skin. I thought I like to do that one day.

I pulled up a chair and sat next to her after introducing myself. After a while I saw her other hand was waving in the air. I moved and held that hand gently.

I had expected her to rebuff me because her demeanor was not welcoming. I was pleasantly surprised when she gripped my hand and hang onto it.

Every time I talked, she shouted-I cannot hear. I sat in silent meditation. She muttered she hurt she hurt she hurt.

After one and half hours I bade her goodbye. She held my hand and asked, tomorrow? I nodded yes. It was gratifying to know she knew I was there n appreciate it.

I do not believe she was close to dying. I did not experienced that intense atmosphere of someone in active dying.