If I were my usual self I would have given some nice speech about fighting to the end, about taking one big final breath and an even bigger kick. If I were my usual self I would have given encouragement and possibly even inspiration.
But I wasn't my usual self. I've argued with myself many times over and giving way seems the honorable thing to do.
How do I tell him to stay, when like him I am also preparing myself to walk away?
My only hope is that, whatever it is I said to him, words that came from a real understanding of how difficult it is to let go, helped a little to alleviate his pain. Hoping that same words, somehow, will find their way to my ears to alleviate mine.
Silence is all I hear now. That and my own voice saying, sleep on it for now.

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