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His eyes...cloudy, gray... gazed through mine
as though taking in someone or something just over my shoulder
I willed him to speak a word...any word
To connect with him once more before his journey began
My eyes fastened upon his...
Yearning to see, to understand, to experience this with him.
I suppose I breathed
Yet focused solely on his halting breaths.
So close...my hands caressed the transparent skin
tenderly as if caressing an infant
and fully aware of his fragility
I leaned in closer still to catch any fleeting sound
“He’s here, Dad....Jesus is here”
The words of faith tumbled from my breaking heart
I longed to grasp his hand and walk with him
over the last few lengths separating him from his new home.
Don’t go.
Not yet.
I can’t lose you.
Breathe.....breathe...
Quiet reverberated throughout the room.
Stabbing sadness combined with infinite longing.
Oh, Daddy....
I love you...
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