A family around a bed where the inert body of the father lay. They all feared unlinking, except for a daughter whose only fear was that her dad would suffer, even by the presence of others that showed up after years of being distanced. Did they cry because of their bad consciences? I don’t know…it was the protagonist that was losing his life. I asked them to leave the room so I could refresh and tend to the patient. They decided to go to the cafeteria and rest or hide behind a coffee, except for the daughter that always remained by his side.She waited by the door while we finished the job. I then invited her in and right at that moment you could hear the fireworks from a neighborhood party. She said the party was in her neighborhood. That her dad really liked it and he would always get up early to watch the military parade. I thought it was a good idea to ask her to open the window and speak to him. To tell him that that was for him, that they were welcoming him to the home he needed to return to. To return with the lessons learned in this life, to leave light in baggage and in peace and that she would keep the love he always gave her.
I left her alone and a while later she called crying: she said that she told her dad what I had told her and when she finished she gave him a kiss and he stopped breathing. That it was easy because his agony ended. She hugged me and calmly sat next to him. When the rest of the family arrived they were surprised and asked why it had happened so fast. They didn’t know that it’s probable that this man needed to be left alone, so he could return to the home he came from.