“How is she doing?” A trembling voice on the other side of the telephone connection replied that she is not doing well. I felt a cold distance, not sure what to say next, because I already was aware of the situation.
After some silent seconds, I heard, “You want to say something to her?” The cold distance mutated, as I instantly imagined that the phone was put near her ear to hear my voice.
“Hello, Louise…I am sorry I can’t be there, but it’s going to be okay, I love you.” A muffled sound interrupted me, as another even more trembling voice took over and said that she just took her last breath.
I cried.
(jn)
