She lay quietly, breathing slowly in my and her daughter’s arms, her heart beating faintly and her breath coming at longer and longer intervals.
Then, the sounds and feel of her heart and lungs began to fade slowly much the way sound diminishes when we gradually turn down the volume on a radio.
Hardly without notice, her life as we understand it ceased.
I’m ashamed of myself because I failed to understand that she was dying and I waited too long to hold her and talk to her and hum some of her favorite songs.
I’m having a hard time inagining life without her.
I hope I have the strength to write her story.
Life is too uncertain at the moment.
I’m so sorry for ur Loss ..
Thank you.
I can only imagine the pain of your loss. But together you have three wonderful human beings who carry on with a huge part of their mother. You can always, still, sing to her. She’s listening.
She’ll always be listening to us, Dad.
Thanks, Maruca and Grace.