We are all sitting at the same table. It is round, wooden. The table is perfect. There is not a mark or knick to be discovered. You are across from us, laying on that bad. No words are being said, at least not aloud. Our feelings are alive and breathing in our eyes. I suppose we did not have to speak. I suppose you really couldn’t have spoken. So, everything is unspoken but understood. We know you are leaving, we can see it in your eyes. Suddenly, it is all over. It is not as saddening as I imagined it would be. You gave me something that I had never been given before, I thank you for that even if it was the only thing you ever gave me or really to any of us. There was a light for a moment. You were gone. There were no words. None of us knew any words to speak, needed any words to speak. Our prayers were all seen, our prayers all heard.