Loss,

the sense of loss didn’t kick in right away.

At first it was a relief – a break from watching that struggle to breathe

to think, to climb the stairs,

to take those few steps to the bathroom, to sleep.

And the lack,

the lack of dignity from having your every bodily fluid measured

and calibrated.

Your every mouthful counted out and nutritionally valued.

The pricking of your thumbs became the bruising of your arms,

your legs, your face

as the fluid refused to dissipate.

But no, you said,

God was good and you would get your miracle.

You’d be the one who would be able to stand up and show that a life lived

with due care and prayer

would receive blessings.

Gradually you shrank before my eyes, diminished to the point of

non-recognition.

Relief

 

 

Then loss.

Which, when it came, was for the younger you.

Not the you in your final moments.

tear

 

 

 

 

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