Her husband and I, standing just inside the front door, talked about hospice, the DNR taped to their refrigerator, and the morphine on the shelf.
She awoke crying out in pain. He rushed up the stairs to her. I wanted to follow him up those stairs and right into their bedroom, to pat her hair, caress her cheek. But I waited in the living room. The house was still. Already empty.
A friend lay dying, her husband hurting. And there was nothing I could do.
I closed my eyes. Goodbye, Honey. I love you.
She awoke crying out in pain. He rushed up the stairs to her. I wanted to follow him up those stairs and right into their bedroom, to pat her hair, caress her cheek. But I waited in the living room. The house was still. Already empty.
A friend lay dying, her husband hurting. And there was nothing I could do.
I closed my eyes. Goodbye, Honey. I love you.