Morphine shit, for my brother

AT PEACE

Very close to my twilight, I bless you, Life,

Because you never gave me a false hope,

Or unfair jobs, or undeserved grief;

Because at the end of my tough road I see,

That I was the architect of my own destiny,

What if I did take the honey or vinegar of things,

It was because in them I put vinegar or delicious honey,

When I panted roses I always reaped roses.

True, to my youth, winter will follow:

Still, you never told me May would last forever.

Without a doubt my grief gave me some long nights,

Still, you never promised me only good nights

And in return I had some of serene sanctity.

I loved, was loved, the sun kissed my face.

Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace.

Amado Nervo

Hospice, machine shutting down, walking yesterday, unconscious now, weird- the whole death and dying process. Not an especially happy day...