The last time I saw you,
Hope shown from your eyes,
A smile lit your face and you were ready.
The last words I heard from your mouth were
“I love you”.
I said them back as the elevator doors were closing.
We smiled at each other and waved goodbye.
When I heard you were gone the next morning
My world stopped for a moment.
There would be no hope for you now.
But also no more pain.
No more suffering.
God had taken you home.
I still miss you so much.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
The last time I saw you,
Hope shown from your eyes,
A smile lit your face and you were ready.
The last words I heard from your mouth were
“I love you”.
I said them back as the elevator doors were closing.
We smiled at each other and waved goodbye.
When I heard you were gone the next morning
My world stopped for a moment.
There would be no hope for you now.
But also no more pain.
No more suffering.
God had taken you home.
I still miss you so much.
My best friend, Carole, died November, 2004 after a short battle with pancreatic cancer. The night before she died, she was waiting to have a surgery which the doctors hoped would add a few months to her life. She died that night from a blood clot. I guess God had other plans.
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