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By mkbs1978 Date: 2004 Jan 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.07.16.31.26967]] |
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I sit here looking and listening to all that is around me. Distant voices, paging for information. A steady, escaping sound answering a need. A faint beeping, to let you know its working. People moving about, some faster than others. There's cries of sorrow knowing that someone is about to leave our family abode. Bright lights, dim lights, hard to tell when day ends and the night begins. Caring faces that comes during the shift. Different colors and different shapes, angels come that way. Phone calls, visitors, words of support and soothing hugs are the best. Tears fall like a stormy monday drowning my thoughts. No life perseverer to clutch, and keep me afloat. Am I helping or am I being helped? All we have is each other to hold and to cry. We pass stories of the good times of yesteryear to reminisce. Red swollen eyes may not see, but presence of home is very near. Music sung of the Father's Life, His Home of Eternal Life. The raising of a hand, words of praise, waiting for the Promised Land. Wishing he was there, afraid to leave, the family knows where his road leads. No good news, nothing can be done. A matter of time, keep comfortable and endure very little pain. Soon the Angels will come and take him back home again. I didn't like the nicname "Dolly" that you gave me years ago. But I knew it was your way of showing how much you love me. I love you and will miss you, my dear uncle.....Rev. H.L.S |