One of my friends is with her father this morning, waiting for him to pass away. Holding his hand and saying good-bye, just like I did in June. Hopefully, he is able to hear her, as mine was not. Hopefully, he is able to feel her last touch, as mine was not.
Hopefully he can hear the words “I love you” one last time.
Waiting for the machines to stop, waiting for the breaths to stop. Waiting, and wondering what will come next. And how you’ll be able to get through the days without him.
We know death is always waiting around the corner, but that knowledge doesn’t lessen the pain.
I’m saying my prayers for you.
