In the middle of the day the call comes.
She didn't make it.
She didn't suffer.
We came so close.
To Saying Goodbye.
But She didn't make it.
She knew we were coming. That made her happy.
She didn't make it, for us to say goodbye.
But she knew we were coming.
Today that has to be enough.
But I know she suffered.
Maybe not last night.
Maybe not today.
But with the end near.
The fight having taken everything she had.
Time, and Time.
And unfortunately time again.
She knew what it felt like.
The poison they call medicine.
She knew it would hurt.
She knew she would suffer.
And when she grew too tired
To fight one more time
She said goodbye
In the only way she knew how.
In short handwritten notes
Cryptic words and calls.
It had taken all it could
It was time to say goodbye
She won't suffer any more
Only us, as we say goodbye
One last time
Goodbye Rona
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Thoughts and prayers to all who cared.
ReplyDeleteHeaven's rewards will wash away all tears, sorrows, and pain - our pain and sufferings here on earth pale when compared to the eternal glory to be received. IT WILL BE WORTH IT ALL. Welcome home Rona Kay. Heaven is rejoicing at another saint's arrival.