I don't know what to title this
This evening, a dear friend of ours, on a message board we frequent, wrote a very personal journal. In it she recounted, what is probably, the last day of her mother's life.
In excruciating detail. How may breaths per minute her mother has taken. How deep they are. How shallow.
It really got to me. All I could think of was witnessing the death of my father and my mother. And I thought about how I wished I could have been with my sister when she died..
But I wasn't. And I know that that is okay. But still...
I wish I could hug my friend tonight.
In excruciating detail. How may breaths per minute her mother has taken. How deep they are. How shallow.
It really got to me. All I could think of was witnessing the death of my father and my mother. And I thought about how I wished I could have been with my sister when she died..
But I wasn't. And I know that that is okay. But still...
I wish I could hug my friend tonight.
I think that your thoughts will reach our friend and her mother. Love you.
Posted by: Alison | May 25, 2008 at 01:48
I think you just did hug your friend Allan, and a lot more.
Posted by: The CEO | May 25, 2008 at 11:50
It's all hard. I'm sorry about your friend and about your sadness. We're all there sometimes.
Posted by: Margaret | May 25, 2008 at 14:11
I feel that when we think of others it's like being with them in heart.
Posted by: uǝʞoʇ | May 27, 2008 at 11:22
I am sure your friend is very touched by your thoughts. Its amazing how many people have this same kind of moment - being with a parent, partner, or other loved one when they die. When its happening you feel as if your the only one in the world who feels that pain. Yet there are many of us who've been with a loved one when that final moment has come, and are so aware of how deep of a pain it is.
Posted by: Connie | June 01, 2008 at 22:26