Letter to an angel
On April 30, 2004 the Lord decided you'd had enough, and so sent his angels to take you home. You put up a great fight for one so fragile....even your doctor cried.
I remember holding your hand, for days, at your bedside; Your hands, soft as velvet...they would reach for me no more.
I was the one who signed the order to give you the procedure that gave you the blood infection which ravaged your body; I did not know...they told me you would die without hemodialysis.
Your last words to me were "I love you", said with more meaning than I had heard from you since I can remember.
My last words to you were, "Go be with God Mama, it's alright."
In the five years since you left I've tried to be the glue that holds your children together, but your sons curse God and your other daughters are too immersed in their pain. I feel we are hanging onto eachother by fingertips.
April 30, 2009 will be five years without my Mama; 5 years...5 years....an eternity.
I remember holding your hand, for days, at your bedside; Your hands, soft as velvet...they would reach for me no more.
I was the one who signed the order to give you the procedure that gave you the blood infection which ravaged your body; I did not know...they told me you would die without hemodialysis.
Your last words to me were "I love you", said with more meaning than I had heard from you since I can remember.
My last words to you were, "Go be with God Mama, it's alright."
In the five years since you left I've tried to be the glue that holds your children together, but your sons curse God and your other daughters are too immersed in their pain. I feel we are hanging onto eachother by fingertips.
April 30, 2009 will be five years without my Mama; 5 years...5 years....an eternity.
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