By Pat Rossiter
I ease her head back onto the pillow and place the cup on the nightstand. I sit beside her and entwine our fingers.
My warm smile belies a weathered spirit and crushed heart. Her hollow eyes are fixed beyond me to a vacancy that I could only hope is the open arms of our waiting mom.
Thoughts flood of times shared, intimate talks…secrets we promised we’d take to the grave. How inanely trivial that seems at this moment.
As her breathing shallows, I cradle her and softly sing a Beatles lyric. Her eyes widen, she murmurs—and she is gone.
Poignant and well-written. Excellent title.
Thank you David, I appreciate it!
Effective, thought provoking.
Thank you Sue!
Great job Patti! I can feel the raw emotion. Perfect title!
Thanks Corinne! I appreciate your comments.
Thought provoking, relatable, intensely emotional.
Thanks so much Donna, appreciate it!
This is both sad and beautiful. And beautifully written.
Thank you George!
Love the title. And it outlines with so much feeling, what I missed with my sister when she died the morning before my flight was scheduled to leave.
Thank you Deanna. I’m so sorry for your loss.
Lovely and moving. Well done.
Thanks Ed!
This is just beautiful. So moving!
Thanks Harris, appreciate it!