29 May 2015
My body is falling apart, he said
He shaved meticulously
He forgot about his eyes and ears
He smelled good
another barrier to impetuous action
in case of lovelorn despair, for example
ten minutes before noon
A sparkling, sunny day in late spring
We ate more cherries
Even he tasted one or two
and the angels looked quite grateful
No one talked about the next act
No one talked very much at all
The angels went for a walk around the garden
We stayed where we were, savouring the lovely day
Do you know what this is?
Do you know what will happen if you drink it?
Do you want me to give it to you?
Yes, I do. I will die.
His eyes shut, quietly
It’s over now
I returned to the garden.
From 'I held his hand as he drank the fatal dose': the day my husband chose to die by Liesl Graz, The Guardian 7 February 2015. Submitted by Grace Andreacchi.