I slept by her bed Monday and Tuesday nights, holding her hand most of those hours. On Wednesday they turned the respirator down, then off, and then removed the breathing tube. She opened her eyes when the breathing tube came out, but was otherwise unresponsive. I put my face where she could see it, if she was seeing anything in this world, and told how much I loved her and how wonderful she was, while her heart rate climbed from 100 to 140 beats per minute, and then gradually went down to 30, then zero. Then back to 30 for just a few seconds. Then back to zero for good, and the long work work of dying was over.
I loved her very much.