Poof He’s Gone

The sunlight is shining, through the smudged window on to his face, accentuating all the wrinkles that life has given him. All of his smiles, all his worry, all of life’s memories laid out like a map on his paper thin face.

He gasps for air, as if he has never breathed before, Things I take for granted. His brow is wet with perspiration.

I know, he is dying. He is not ready or willing, but it is happening.

I dab his face with a cold damp cloth. I am missing my thanksgiving dinner. I am missing the people who love me, because I am the only one he has.

I hold his clammy hand. Whisper to him, things I don’t know, I tell him that he has been enough, reassure him that the people who aren’t there love him. Even the worst of us deserve compassion.

The sun sets deeper, beams of orange light fall on his blanket, shadows cast across the wall. He is in pain.

I can’t help him. I have no pain medication to give him. The family forbids it, all the while they enjoy their turkey dinner. I hold his hand. I tell him he is enough. I tell him he is loved.  I watch his struggle for every breath. It is close.

His winkled face relaxes, and poof hes gone, it is over. His soul is gone. I know it, I am now the only one in the room. He is gone.

I could go home and love my family. but I prefer to be alone.

 

 

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Perfect love — Cristian Mihai

“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.” ― Tom Robbins It seems to me that everyone’s got a list of traits they demand from a lover. They want to be loved in a very specific way by a certain someone who has the exact set of qualities they […]

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ITS JUST LIFE

Its just Life, no one gets out alive.

Stop the worries, stop the stress, and please I beg you to Live. Do the things you never thought you could. Its just life, no one get out alive.

No One is guaranteed a  happy ending.

So go ahead make bad choices. Go ahead learn, but don’t expect things to go your way.

They won’t.

But expect to get back what you give in. You are not guaranteed a happy ending just because you were born, you have to try.

 

One Day

And one day she woke up. She was sick of dreaming. So she started living.

Moving forward

Nothing feels better than moving forward. Especially if your afraid.

 

My vulnerable self

I was always told I was guarded. I tried not to be. But I didn’t know what that meant.

I actually googled how to be vulnerable. Insert eye roll here.

It took years, but I discovered.. Vulnerability.

To be able to be vulnerable, you have to know and accept you faults. ACCEPT your FAULTS.

Its not opening up to someone and praying they don’t judge you. its opening up to yourself  and accepting you just the way you are.

When you accept yourself,  allow yourself to be humble.Let go of your Ego.  No one can touch you. Only when you love yourself, you stop needing others approval. you stop needing your own approval.

When you accept yourself, only then will you let another accept you.