The silent ending

My father's wife of 23 years died last Thursday of a massive stroke, She was actually out with her girlfriends for lunch and cards and collapsed in the restaurant. She was taken to the hospital and attached to a respirator to give the illusion of life until the family would have a chance to say goodbye. All that could came to St. Lukes and stood around - totally useless to Eleanor but totally supportive of each other.
I felt no sadness for Eleanor. She was leaving the world in the company of people she loved, from an activity she enjoyed.
I'm sad for my Dad. I am sad for Eleanor's daughters, relatives and friends. I fear for some of their spirits and faith life.
A priest came in to bless her. The respirator was disconnected. I sat and watched as the monitors showed her heart gradually slow down - 85...75...65...and to nothing. It was quiet.There was no annoying alarm - no rush of nurses to the room.  Her heart just slowly and silently stopped. I know that Eleanor was called by God to a better place. I know she was on His good side and that she would now live forever in His care. I want to shout "She's OK now!" and I want to call to everyone to repent and prepare to face their Creator.
But that would break the silence.
So I whisper...are you ready?