It was with her when she was born.
It observed as she took her first steps.
It gazed in the dark while she slept.
It was with her when she received her first kiss.
It watched from the crowd at her graduation patiently waiting.
It was in the room when she gave birth but stayed its hand.
It was there when she held her children’s children.
Each day it walked closer and closer.
Finally, it grasped her hand, she smiled as if it was an old friend…
One day we will all walk with death, keep your head up.
It is not the end but a new beginning.