I was with Tom in the wee hours of the morning when it was apparent that something was changing and he might not be with us long. He was restless and then became increasingly quiet and stayed that way for a long time in the big old recliner he was so fond of. I made the bed next to him, opened the blinds and the windows so he could hear the birds (there were so many in the courtyard) and feel the warm breeze on his face and I laid upside down on the bed so I could hold his hand and see his face. His breathing slowed and stopped as he peacefully passed over. There are no words, really. How do you capture the loss of a lifetime together. I can't but I know he is free.