She slips away from us slowly. With small, short breaths. I am standing on her left side, holding her hand.
Her hand starts to turn blue. I cover it, and hold her arm instead. I have my right hand on her forehead and I am leaned over the bed. There is blood around me, but I don’t care.
“I love you,” I tell her. “We are here. Don’t be afraid. Take it slow. You are not alone. We will be here with you until the end. We love you.”
Over. And over. And over again we tell her. She is loved. She is not alone. We are with her. Don’t be afraid.
I get a wet paper towel and try to wipe the drops of blood from her forehead. She hates the sight of blood.
Dr. Rajan comes in. He places a stethoscope on her chest.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
She is gone.
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Beth,
I wanted to let you know I have been reading your words and wanting more than anything to wrap my arms around you. Please call me anytime. I love you so much.
Becca
Comment by Becca — January 27, 2009 @ 8:45 pm
[...] My hands were shaking the whole way to the hospital. It was completely surreal and shocking seeing her that way. The longest day becomes the longest night . And then she is gone. [...]
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