Enjoyed your post! It reminded me about when I sat with a dying man who hadn’t spoken properly for days. I was reading in the half-light by a window about 8 feet from his bed. I noticed his eyes open and he looked at the ceiling.

When I glanced at the same place, I fancied I saw tiny lights sparkling. “Just your imagination, you silly thing” I told myself. Then he said “beautiful!” quite loudly. Were we seeing the same thing? I’ll never know. He passed away shortly after.

Mental health advocate. Author of ‘The Warm Hum of Bees’ and ‘Nature Poems to Warm the Heart.’ bridgetwebber@outlook.com

Mental health advocate. Author of ‘The Warm Hum of Bees’ and ‘Nature Poems to Warm the Heart.’ bridgetwebber@outlook.com