Some readers may find this article too graphic, yet it is as courageous as it is raw. When Maureen Stanton sent us her unflinching look at the demise of a loved one (names have been changed), she wrote, “I believe that many people don’t really have a notion about the process of dying. . . . I kept the story simple. I did not want to clutter the actual event with philosophy. I strived to show the tension in the room, the fear, the pain, but also the love.”

— Ed.


I had known all week that Keith would die that weekend. I knew he wanted me there when he died, not at work, or waiting at a red light, or picking up bread or milk, or waiting in line at the bank. He waited for me.