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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Soul (07/13/06)

TITLE: Til We Meet Again
By Teresa Collins
07/19/06


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I held her hand. I could hear the high concentration of oxygen; she tried to get her hands to the mask that fit snug around her face. I would pull it away to give her a break but only for an instant as her levels would drop quickly. Her eyes would open but no focus. I would talk to her, tell her stories and pray. Her moans were getting weaker and quieter.

I sat looking at her frail body. Her turban style bandana around her head, she never wanted anyone to see her without it. I thought about her twenty month fight….was she losing or was she winning? It bothered me to see the signs of struggle on her face, the frown and labored breathing.

Sarah, my youngest sister was always a little shy but she would speak her mind if she had to. She was simple in her thinking and loved the Lord. The cancer was in her lungs, a direct result of smoking; at forty five she would pay the price. It was so hard to watch, my heart ached.

The nurse came in and asked if I was alright. I nodded my head, yes. She turned off the oxygen and removed the mask from Sarah’s face. I thought how much of a relief that must have been. Her breathing was still rhythmic but shallow and slow.

I sat on Sarah’s bed next to her. I picked up her thin, limp shoulders and cradled her in my arms. Her breaths were so far apart I thought each one was her last. It was almost unbearable. The tears were flowing freely, sadness and joy.

Then I saw the peace on her face and I knew it was the final breath. I kissed her gently and said “Til we meet again, sweet Sarah.” As her spirit left her I knew she was with Jesus her soul would be waiting for that new body that would live forever. Her body now was empty. It was loss and celebration.

1 Peter 2:11 Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it. Don’t indulge your ego at the expense of your soul. The Message


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Allison Egley 07/21/06
I like the hope this conveys. At then end, you have one sentence where is should be two. Other than that, I didn't catch any errors.
Marilee Alvey07/22/06
This was a touching recounting of a personal event. I liked how you said her body was "empty." Yes, it is sad and happy. I loved the version at the end. "Don't get cozy in it," indeed!
Helen Paynter07/25/06
A touching story, softly told. Well done.