the process of dying.

standing & holding her hand.
feeling her soft squeeze if you move.
seeing her vacant eyes.
remembering her spirit.

it breaks my heart.
i remember the strong,
independent and beautiful
woman she always was.

never being sure.
will this be it.
or will we have more time.
i always give her a kiss,
just in case.

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the first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same. -brian andreas. View all posts by megantaft

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