I kind of wrote this in my head yesterday about a half hour before Bob died.
Somehow, for a little while yesterday,
I ended up alone with my father-in-law.
I moved to a chair near his head
and held his hand still warm and soft.
His breaths were coming rapidly
and his cheeks were pink and healthy.
I talked about heaven and the big nap
waiting for him. Gary had already told him
it was okay to let go. He tried to open his eyes
but couldn't so I know he was listening.
He squeezed my hand then continued his journey,
each breath a whisper of goodbye and thanks.