This is just something a wrote while I've been sitting here in the hospital room with my grandfather who probably won't make it through the next few days. It basically is about the experience of sitting in a hospital room, staying with someone who's about to pass on.
Breathe in...Breathe Out... by Elizabeth Sweet
It's amazing how when life hangs in the balance, the values and beliefs of those around you are compromised. How when every single breath could be your last, the little things that used to be inconsequential soon become memories impossible to forget. How such unexpected news can change your views on society, morality, and yourself.Breathe in, breathe out, things we take for granted. A heartbeat, a blink of the eye, become images that stay with you forever. Silence, as everyone waits for the inevitable; for the only thing certain in life is death. Breathe in, Breathe out. Every tear shed, every laugh shared, every moment precious.To hear the breathing, to hold the hand of those about to pass over, as they greet death face to face; to hold onto to those who are ready to let go. To tell someone goodbye without another hello... Breathe in...Breathe out...the shivers that run down your spine as the hour grows nearer.You stare at the lifeless form; chest rising, chest falling, in a forced manner. You make your peace, you offer comfort, you say goodbye... Breathe in. Breathe out...the tears that fill the eyes of millons, as loved ones leave their company. The dull ache that accompanies the memory of their hand in yours as they moved on... Breathe in. Breathe out. The pale walls: a reflection of your heart. The burning in your throat as you try to swallow, the minutes ticking down...you force the hot stream of tears off your cheeks as they flow uncontrollably. Breathe in, Breathe out. As the breathing becomes more labored, you become more distant. The sound of silence as no one says a word, we all know what's happening. Emotions flood your head, pain fills your heart, thoughts rush your mind. Breathe in...Breathe out...Tick tick tick. The only noise in the room as the moment arrives. The silence grows heavier, even more quiet, and explains the situation. The time has come...one last time... Breathe in...Breathe Out...
