Decisions

We are deciding about his last days. He lays on his bed. We talk about how certain actions will help or not. His voice sounds tired, yet he rasps away. He fights. What actions will bring the most pain or help with giving him no pain. Soon there will be no more fighting, no more pain. As everyone talks, he looks around the room, he sees me in the dark corner listening, observing, staring. He smiles at me like he always has. I wave and smile back. This moment, I shall take away... A decision to be happy, not sad.