The soft sounds of her breathing measured the slowing moments of Carol’s last six days of life. Friends, neighbors and fellow church members exchanged greetings and updates on their way to and from vigils at her bedside. Carol drifted in and out of a mystic reverie, awakening only momentarily for a brief conversation before gradually slipping back into twilight.
Friends touched her gently, talked about consequential and inconsequential matters, prayed with her, combed her hair,…