Thursday, June 16, 2011


She sits at his bedside
   listening to the cadence of the machine that records his remaining heartbeats.

His face is relaxed with medicine.

She knows as she looks at him that beyond the pain is an unknown date that will be his last day.
       A date that will be engraved in stone and forever serve as a testimony to his last day here.


  1. those few sentences wants me to read the book :)

  2. I was there by my Dad's side. No machines, just a few of us talking quietly then counting breaths, then talking. I leaned over and whispered to him, my hand never leaving his. Somedays I'm still in that room, knowing what's going to happen but still praying for time to stop so I can have my Daddy back again, if just for a few more minutes.