Do my eyes no longer show the light of love and life?
Why does no one look into them?
Does my white hair make me fade into the the blurry background?
I fear I might be invisible.
I can't hear my own voice.
Hello! Can anyone hear me?
I am afraid.
I am frightened of the pain I know is coming.
I am afraid of the dark and unknown.
I am scared that I'm already gone.
Who will hold me? Who will hear me?
Who will speak softly and listen closely.
Will you look into my soul and see how much I loved
you?
I feel your warm arms and hands.
I hear your soft whispers saying goodbye.
I feel your breath on me as you look deeply into my eyes.
You do see how much I loved you.
I feel how much you love me.
I am not alone. I am not afraid.
when i die i do not want a funeral , ive made that clear . i want my sons to go calm themselves in a more constructive way . change the oil on my motorcycle or something b*tches ..
This woman was comforted every day for over 5 years by her five children. They are still holding vigil today. Please pray for Ellie.
Captain, just like engines, there are dif'rent strokes for dif'rent folks. ;) ;)