Day: May 12, 2017

Listening to what might be her last breath

 

I’ve been resting with my eyes closed listening to you breathe. I don’t know when your breaths will stop.

Why do I find such comfort?

Yet, I do.

With each breath you breathe, I am reminded of life.

With each breath you breathe, I am reminded of my own mortality.

With each breath you breathe I think of the Holy Spirit breathing peace into my soul when every other part of me is breaking.

As long as you breathe, I have you with me.

Keep breathing, mom, just a little longer.

I’m not ready to say goodbye.

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