Hear You Me, My Friend

[Kori Dremow]

We worked in shifts, no more than three visitors in his bedroom at one time so as not to overwhelm him. Now it was my turn, and I was nervous and anxious and sick and it was he who broke the silence as he rasped, “It’s been too long”, to which I agreed. He struggled to eat a sandwich and two Girl Scout Cookies, yet his eyes still twinkled with an almost conspiratory look. Two days later, he died. His body was entangled in his mother’s arms while a group of us were downstairs making awkward conversation and skirting around reality. Not one of us will ever be the same. 

[Eric J. Sonntag]

I can never remember those conversation when the world is falling apart in the next room. This touched me on many levels. 

 

 

[Angela]

I am sorry for your loss.

[Sandra Davies]

The simplicity with which you told this allows the death itself to attain its rightful place.  Well done.

[Kori Dremow]

so am i, shy