We should have raced to the cubicle . In hindsight , it seems strange that we didn’t. We were told that this might be the last time we saw her. It was. Yet, we calmly walked to her bedside. Perhaps it was all that suffering that she had to endure, or was it sheer denial on our part.
When we went in , she was lying on her side . Her hands were burning hot with fever. She was being vigorously sponged with ice water. She was panting, as if she had run a marathon. A marathon of a lifetime . I called her . She opened her eyes, but she wasn’t there. The look was vacant. The response primeval. It was time to go.
They say you witness a death in the family and you can face anything in your life later. For nothing jolts you more.
She closed her eyes and heaved a final, tired sigh. Her last breath. We were there. We all, whom she loved , cherished and doted on .
Then all went silent. All sounds stilled . darkness descended. It was a bright sunny morning of the summer equinox outside . June 21st. But our world had caved in . Collapsed into thick , dark ,envelope of grief.
When we went in , she was lying on her side . Her hands were burning hot with fever. She was being vigorously sponged with ice water. She was panting, as if she had run a marathon. A marathon of a lifetime . I called her . She opened her eyes, but she wasn’t there. The look was vacant. The response primeval. It was time to go.
They say you witness a death in the family and you can face anything in your life later. For nothing jolts you more.
She closed her eyes and heaved a final, tired sigh. Her last breath. We were there. We all, whom she loved , cherished and doted on .
Then all went silent. All sounds stilled . darkness descended. It was a bright sunny morning of the summer equinox outside . June 21st. But our world had caved in . Collapsed into thick , dark ,envelope of grief.
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