Seventy-three years, two cancers, six operations. Now never a conscious moment without pain.
Three children and eight grandchildren. Susan pregnant with another. Tomas on scholarship, Betty dating that cute boy from the medical school. Ron through rehab, now in Gambia teaching school.
All well and accounted for. Alice would be proud.
The darkness warmed a bit.
He has heard the footsteps for years. Distant and approaching. Stopping for Alice, now come for him. Unstoppable. Undeniable. Now in the house. In the hall. Outside the door.
At the side of his bed.
“I’ve come for you.”
“I know,” he said.