Empty chair ...

... in my circle of acquaintances ... This evening I said goodbye to him. In his obituary was written the following poem (literal translation):

There are no words for a sick person
From whom you know, he will not make it
You caresses his cheek, you see his eyes
You are overwhelmed by grief.
Yet you are grateful for his end
That came after so many courageous fight
Because it didn't only take his life
But also took his suffering.

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