The LAST LETTER

Miss Margaret was making herself a cup of coffee when suddenly she sensed a gripping sensation in her chest, she tried to catch her breath and with much effort she succeeded. She pulled a chair with great difficulty and sat on it then while vacantly staring at the sky. She knew her end was near. I know that when I will be dying there will be no one to hold my hand, to ease my pain, to encourage me to be not afraid. Now when the angel of death is spreading its wings around me I know there will be no one to cry after me and that is the most horrible feeling one could die with.