My friend Shirley was admitted to the Cross yesterday.  I went up to see her yesterday after I was done work.  She was sleeping or unresponsive.  This morning I went back again and her girls and husband were there, sitting, waiting, trying not to cry.  She woke a little, restless, confused.   Her husband was beside her in an instant, her girls alert for their mom to be present.  I realized then that I no longer have a place there.  These four people love her deeply and need to say goodbye to her.  I told her I loved her, gave her a kiss on the forehead and left.  She's with her family, those her love her best and I couldn't wish for more for my good friend.