Randy Boyum
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You Can Tell Me Later
The metronome-like beeping of the heart monitor held dominion over the room while Grandfather slept. Near the large window, Bill sat in a chair that most hospitals probably considered comfortable. It wasn’t, but it didn’t really matter. He stared out at the evening and watched the sun slide slowly, inexorably down beyond the silhouetted mountains in the distance. Turning, he looked at his Grandmother sitting beside the bed, gazing at the man with whom she had spent the better part of her life. She gently cradled his gnarled hand in both of hers. Her face shone with the tapestry of emotions a person experiences when the end of a loved one is near. Concern, devotion, sadness, fear… all of it mingled with the gentle tears upon her cheeks. She glanced toward Bill and their eyes met briefly before her gaze traveled to the scene outside and the sky awash with spectacular color.
By Randy Boyum3 years ago in Families