The body shutting down.
Grasping for breath.
Glazed over eyes.
Smells.
Trying to focus on the good times, not the present.
Desperately not wanted to remember a dear friend this way.
Singing.
The Gospel: what peace.
Skin and bones.
Crying.
Praying, pleading, begging.
Hurt feeling.
Not blood, but the only child he ever had, and yet pushed to the side.
Sitting.
Watching: for hours.
How long must he suffer.
The pain and sadness God felt as he watched his Son die.
Wondering what they hear, what they comprehend when you speak.
Getting a blink because he knows I am there.
This is my week, watching a wonderful man who help raise me die.
2 comments:
oh baby! are you okay sweetheart??
I am so sorry for your loss. I will be praying for you. I'm sure the Lord has comforted you in this time as I know he does.
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