For three years now
my grandfather
has been dying
in a little room
pill by pill
diaper by diaper
spoon by spoon.
He cannot walk.
He cannot talk.
He cannot breathe.
Who can tell his sadness?
Who can tell his rage?
With what effrontery
do we hold him by the nose
open his mouth
and thrust into it
another spoon?
To let an old man die
is no easy thing.
To let an old man die
is the hardest thing.
boy with a hat 
Sad but inspiring. We have so much to learn about how to close the door on a life. Thanks for sharing.
Painful, but such beautiful lines. Especially: “and the stillness of a sunset
caught in the branches of a bare tree.”
Powerful stuff, Victor and true!
This time my family is experiencing same thing. My grand father 91 year of age, is going through all this. Though he walks,he eats, he talks but he is hallucinating things from his past life. He falls sometimes while walking but never allow us to hold him. He is getting wounds and scars but we are not allowed to help him out. He wants to live more, we want him to live many more years but we don’t want him to go through all these wounds and pains and past.