The Empty Bed

Betty died at half past four this morning. She'd become extremely agitated in the middle of the night. When I came round at 5 am, there were at least four nurses round her bed. I'd noticed that she was having continuous pain relief so she was on end of life care. She did not go gentle into the good night. Ironically, she's been described as one of the sweetest, gentlest of souls. 

Aeternam requiem habeas.