Teaks letzte Tage
the last time he writes his name
Explaining his grandson the ship in a storm, yet to come
The last meal with his familiy
His last cheering to my health, he couldn't drink it anymore.
Sometimes no words are needed
Waiting for death to come, not letting go, not leaving him alone
His wife and his grandchild are waiting for his passing away. The only connction to life is their hands.
Minutes after he passed away. Is he really dead?
In the living room, the same place in front of the TV he so often used to be.
leaving his house for the last time, carefully wathed by his grandson.
All that remains. A Chair and a mess. Our mess, maybe?