One of the social workers who I work with and I went to visit an actively dying patient last week in his home. When we arrived the entire block was full of cars, and inside the house were at least 75 family members - filling up all three levels of the house. The patient was in a lofted room of sorts, with his wife holding him up in the bed - which she had been doing all night. The entire room where he was was surrounded by friends and family. Death was present, but watching his wife's love for him and their family and friends' love for them was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
I was struck by a patient's wife's comments on a bereavement visit, where she shared her experience about walking down the aisle of the church after her husband's funeral. She reflected on how the experience was parallel to the day that she got married, walking down the aisle afterward with her new husband: except this day she now was no longer with him as she walked down a similar aisle. I drew this comic as a way to remember that visit and the profound thoughts that she shared.