And when my time finally comes, I hope it feels gentle.
I hope it leans close and says,
“You’ve done enough for this lifetime.”
I hope it reaches for me like an old friend
who understands the miles I’ve walked
and the weight I’ve carried.

I hope it tells me,
“Set it down now.
You don’t have to hold everything anymore.”

And I hope, wherever I’m headed,
there is quiet,
and a kind of rest
I’ve been chasing my whole life.

I’m sorry my friend 💔