...I couldn't help but to stare blankly at your white, emotionless face...
The last time I saw you... You had a light full of joy and grace...
But to see that light now gone from you body left a taste of melancholy
A hood of sorrows is what hid my bitter sweet tears from them and you, what folly...
Before my aching heart could leave your presence, your eyes opened...
Your heart startled by a hug, your eyes gazed around at all of us, an opportunity, I was hope'n
You stared straight into my black stained waterfall and spooked me
When your pale, cold hand, with quickness, grabbed my hand.. and begged me not to leave..
It shook... I could feel and count every bone you used... with the little muscle strength you had...
My body trembled at your white, thin, Skeleton hand... Stabbed by the reality of loss...the insecurity was bad..
I felt so troubled and helpless... Since there was nothing from me you could gain...
"Alan...Linard...." was the last thing I heard, the last thing she said... it was her husband's name...
6 days later... 9:15pm, July 2nd, 2018...for the first time... I watched Some breath their last... and finally die...
Puzzled by how quick and peaceful a painful image thing can be.... It felt so deceitfully wrong... but I knew it was..right..
Donna... You wouldn't come back... even if you could.. you wouldn't
You in a place of paradise... pure perfection... I wont lie... I miss you.. but I know you could never return... you couldn't..
..I hate writing stuff like this.
Lord.. Thank you for finally taking her home..
Donna, you always said to me "Age Doesn't Matter" for a variety of things I told you about... I want to always thank you for constantly telling me that...and for praying for me, and for teaching me what it means to be a prayer warrior...
