I have a suspicion that Harriet knew she wss dying. For four or five days earlier, she had a bad case of the flu. On the day she died, she woke up feeling good. She planned to go to the dining room for lunch. But around 1130 she said she wasn't feeling good. She was going to take a nap. I checked on her every hour or so and could hear her breathing. Once, around 3, she heard me and said, "I love you." On my next visit, around 4, I heard no breathing. I couldn't wake her up. I called 911. She was gone. In retrospect,, her "I love you" feels like a goodbye.
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