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On that final night
- By John Kitsco
- Published 02/5/2010
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And here it is 1 A.M. the night before the day of the funeral.
I cannot sleep. I need to tell the world about you Mom...
We watched you, Mom, that small frail body held only by a small
thread of life, the redness of your cheeks slowly leaving you like
the slow movement of the setting sun. Your grown children all
talking of memories, of how you were. We wanted to remember
the good days. But that was not the case on the final night. Here
in front of us in the emergency section of the hospital you rested
with skinny arms and smile vanishing, breathing slow, waves of
time upon you. Words of silence, words of love all around you.
And your family, each and every one hurting in a special way.
Remembering you by the white picket fence, watching you walk
through the sacred garden. Hoping it could all be different. You
were, after all, and would always be our special angel, that
messenger of love, Our Mom. And we prayed for you Mom. And
prayed for you, prayers that seemed as difficult as reaching for
the stars. But we prayed. We all cried as though our tears were
pouring rain, yes- we could not escape the tears. Visitors came
and went. Were some of those visitors special agents from
heaven, but hiding their wings so as not to upset us for what was
ahead.? And your wings - we know you always had them with you, mostly concealed but often revealed in your beauty and your faith. Yes- your faith in us, all the members of your family.
And then your spirit left the room as quietly as a lamb in a deep
slumber. And how we would miss you, sleep deprived but somehow full of your love and energy. Yes, your energy drifted
to each of us, filling the soul of each of your children. Energy
of love. And your heart-beat seems to follow our footsteps, quiet
and steady. Oh, those mysteries of life.
And now, we all realize,though not wanting to accept it, you are
really gone. Gone on a journey to Heaven and there you shall
be met by the family members that went before you, Your Dad,
Your Mom, Your Brother. Your Sister. Your friends. Your
relatives. And you shall wait patiently for us - draped in a shroud
of love until our journey begins someday to be with you. We, your children, Love you so and yearn to see you again. And so
it shall be.
I cannot sleep. I need to tell the world about you Mom...
We watched you, Mom, that small frail body held only by a small
thread of life, the redness of your cheeks slowly leaving you like
the slow movement of the setting sun. Your grown children all
talking of memories, of how you were. We wanted to remember
the good days. But that was not the case on the final night. Here
in front of us in the emergency section of the hospital you rested
with skinny arms and smile vanishing, breathing slow, waves of
time upon you. Words of silence, words of love all around you.
And your family, each and every one hurting in a special way.
Remembering you by the white picket fence, watching you walk
through the sacred garden. Hoping it could all be different. You
were, after all, and would always be our special angel, that
messenger of love, Our Mom. And we prayed for you Mom. And
prayed for you, prayers that seemed as difficult as reaching for
the stars. But we prayed. We all cried as though our tears were
pouring rain, yes- we could not escape the tears. Visitors came
and went. Were some of those visitors special agents from
heaven, but hiding their wings so as not to upset us for what was
ahead.? And your wings - we know you always had them with you, mostly concealed but often revealed in your beauty and your faith. Yes- your faith in us, all the members of your family.
And then your spirit left the room as quietly as a lamb in a deep
slumber. And how we would miss you, sleep deprived but somehow full of your love and energy. Yes, your energy drifted
to each of us, filling the soul of each of your children. Energy
of love. And your heart-beat seems to follow our footsteps, quiet
and steady. Oh, those mysteries of life.
And now, we all realize,though not wanting to accept it, you are
really gone. Gone on a journey to Heaven and there you shall
be met by the family members that went before you, Your Dad,
Your Mom, Your Brother. Your Sister. Your friends. Your
relatives. And you shall wait patiently for us - draped in a shroud
of love until our journey begins someday to be with you. We, your children, Love you so and yearn to see you again. And so
it shall be.
