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She slipped away. Quietly. Isn't that what they say when someone dies without a fight? Slipping away unnoticed. Even when people watch you take your last breath, you can slip away. Just like that. So indeed, she slipped away quietly. Her taking her last breath was not witnessed by anyone. She died alone. Her morphine induced euphoria left a smile on her face. Erasing the pain not only of her dying, but of her living. She would see ladybugs near the end. I'm not sure what that means, but she would ask whoever was nearby "why are there all these ladybugs? ", as if they were visible to everybody. I couldn't tell you if it was hallucinations from the morphine or if it was her drifting in and out between different realms. But from a logical standpoint that would imply that there are ladybugs wherever she was slipping off to. Her granddaughter, who never knew her while she was alive, has taken ladybugs as a sign of her spirit. It's a funny thing, that the silence of her slipping away, echoes into an avalanche for those left behind. It almost has me believing that absence is felt much more than presence. Maybe that is why there are so many people who are on lifelong searches for what they themselves cannot define, but what I simply call God. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image NASA