Mist floating, like clouds, white and whisper like.
Green is the moss and cedar, tall old and magical.
Ferns line paths , lead to many streams that glistening of what looks of running water
but closer look reveals an end of life, end of time, for a long journey is over.
Salmon have returned home to finish the long road of life that brings them back to where life began
Do not be sad nor remorseful, this is life this is how I wish we all could end our lives.
Among friends, loved ones, choosing when, where, what time. Life is hard the waiting  the worrying, the fearing.
Have no fear!
The love you share will be the future.
Your presence, your remembrance, our life.
So similar from birth, growing, family living, then a long slow journey home.
Do this not alone.  
Surround yourself with those you care.
Help them to understand and feel love, and the whisper life has to offer.