I kind of wrote this in my head yesterday about a half hour before Bob died.
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Whispers
Somehow, for a little while yesterday,
I ended up alone with my father-in-law.
I moved to a chair near his head
and held his hand still warm and soft.
His breaths were coming rapidly
and his cheeks were pink and healthy.
I talked about heaven and the big nap
waiting for him. Gary had already told him
it was okay to let go. He tried to open his eyes
but couldn't so I know he was listening.
He squeezed my hand then continued his journey,
each breath a whisper of goodbye and thanks.
2 comments:
Being with someone when they cross over to the other side is truly an honor and a blessing. It feels like the closest we ever get to experiencing life on the other side while still living on this side. I am sorry for your loss in this life but know he lives forever beyond the line we cannot cross yet.
Beautiful!
Anne
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