breathing stopped, it was
over. The suffering ceased
the pain gone as he took his
last breath. Sadness fill the
room along with relief, it
was over. Six months before
he was told it would be over.
They say it was for the best,
but things are not that simple.
Grief has many forms of taking
it's toll. The grown children
accepted it sadly but my dear
friend his wife has to grieve
her own way. I for the first
time since our childhood
cannot help her. I do as best
as i can which will never be
enough, reality is, it's over.
She will go on for there is no
choice, i will be with her,
listening as she expresses
her inner most thoughts, as
she knows its over.
