Barbara Streisand is playing on the radio and the song reminds me of an old boyfriend when I was sixteen.
Seems a lifetime ago.
The air conditioning allows the room to be crisp and cold-I’m so grateful for a grey patterned fleece blanket, to wrap around my tired body.
The wall clock tells me it’s 5 minutes to midnight and that’s a total of 17 hours of waiting for the inevitable.
Squeezing my eyes to stay awake-as if to stand guard!
His breathing is laboured and rasping, his eyes not quite shut.
So very yellow… so very sad.
A few well loved friends stopped by previously to share something special and to say,
“See you later.”
I wonder if he can hear them?
I think he can…
I promised, I would stay with him until he breathes his last breath and that I will.
Not long now.
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