Praying without words, praying in the middle of the night, praying after witnessing death upon death, praying while holding your hand and hearing you cry out, "Help me."
Praying through fear-
Praying for an easy off button-
Praying as I wipe your mouth, your eyes, and as we wipe your sore bottom-
Praying I wasn’t standing here alone with you. Praying thanksgiving that I am standing here alone with you-
Remaining calm when I see nothing short of terror that is in your eyes. Listening when I want to beg- No, no, no!
In the middle of your suffering I find myself walking even though I want to run and hide. In the darkness I feel the breeze pour through the hospital’s window like a soothing hand upon my face. While standing by your bed I hear the oxygen bottle and suddenly it becomes a babbling creek.
Typing as my father sleeps after a rough night I glance over at his bed stuffed with pillows – suddenly it becomes a white fluffy cloud…..and I dream of crawling into it, where I can hold him and whisper, "Fly away, fly away, fly away…"
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