As I sit here in the middle of the night, watching my mother take her last breaths, I'm struck by how much life wants to hang on. A breath, then silence...wait! I'm not done yet! Another breath... Silence... Rest... And then again. 4 or 5 times a minute now. Songs about Jesus playing on the radio in the background along with subdued snores from my father in the bed next to us. My wife is resting her head on the side of the bed next to her. My sister on the other side is holding her hand.
Last Breaths
Last Breaths
Last Breaths
As I sit here in the middle of the night, watching my mother take her last breaths, I'm struck by how much life wants to hang on. A breath, then silence...wait! I'm not done yet! Another breath... Silence... Rest... And then again. 4 or 5 times a minute now. Songs about Jesus playing on the radio in the background along with subdued snores from my father in the bed next to us. My wife is resting her head on the side of the bed next to her. My sister on the other side is holding her hand.