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A Time To Die...
She entered the sterile, brightly lit room in a rush. They'd told her to hurry, time was of the essence. He'd been in a bad way for a few months now, could this be it? He was all she had left in this world and she all he had. Everyone else had either passed away or left. Even his beautiful bride had passed years earlier from a sudden stroke. Ever since then, it had been he and I just chugging through life together. There he lay in that bed he'd laid in for at least a couple of weeks now. The hospital had been shuffling him between home and back there when he got bad again for at least six months. He was so small and so frail. He'd already been of a small stature but now he was even smaller having lost about 50 pounds, pounds he didn't need to lose in the first place. He'd been so strong her whole life but he was tired and she knew he was....heart troubles since the 90's and now with nothing and no one left but her a bout of pneumonia had gotten his lungs down too. He had fought hard but in the end his old lungs just couldn't seem to recover from the pneumonia. Now his whole body was just giving out on him. She looked at his thinning gray hair, the tired wrinkled face, his thin frame all the way down to his thin legs and arms which looked like little more than toothpicks now. His tired brown eyes found her worried brown eyes. He smiled weakly at her. The lights were much too harsh for the situation at hand but she didn't have time to worry with that, she could see he didn't have long left. Each breath was labored and weak. She sank into the chair beside his bed heavily; held his soft, frail hand and laid her head on his bed. No words were needed in this moment, no words would suffice. Not to mention, he'd always been a man of few words. He didn't see the point in mincing words and for that matter neither did she, only speaking what was needed. They had told each other they loved each other sure but it was mostly through actions. Being there for each other and after all, was that not what mattered the most? She lost track of how long she laid like that humming the old hymns she'd heard in church growing up with her grandfather. She could hear the clock ticking, she could see it getting darker outside the window, the beeps of the machines which most had been removed. It was all about comfort now. At some point, her grandfather put his hand on her head and then all of a sudden she heard a deep, rattling breath. She looked and saw the most peaceful look on a person's face she'd ever seen and then she heard the machines flatline, steady beeep, she took her hand and closed his eyes. Rest in peace and fly high... the doctors and nurses then flew through the door so she got up quickly and stepped back so they could do their job. There wasn't much to do however but pronounce him deceased considering there was a do not resuscitate order. They just disconnected the machines, called the funeral home and asked if she wanted more time with him. She said no, she'd had her time but as she turned to leave she could've sworn she saw the brightest glowing light shoot up into the ceiling. She smiled.
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