Sunday, December 4, 2011
Last exhale.
At 5:45pm, December 3, 2011, next to my mom, pressed against her slender warm body, holding her cold hands that stopped receiving circulation, her weak head cradled in my arms, I whispered to her that I would take over breathing for her, that she didn't have to keep fighting, and I told her, I promised her I was going to be OK. A few more labored intakes and sigh-like exhales and my beautiful, loved so deeply and completely mom took her last breath as I took over her breathing. I am numb and still I feel myself drowning in heartbreak.
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Vanessa, my heart aches for you as I know all too well what your feeling . . . I was with my Dad as he took his last breathe on the 10th of December. I am numb, heartbroke and angier than I've ever been in my entire life . . . I'm not sure my life will ever be the same! :(
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