I wrote this after my wife died. It is much the way that it happened.
Earlier this year she took a turn for the worse and had to spend some time in the hospital. Suddenly we began thinking that she might not get to come home again. About two and one-half weeks later she had to go in the (CCU) critical care unit. She went back to the regular room, but later had to go back in CCU again. I spent almost all my time right there by her side after that. As she began having a more difficult time breathing, I saw tears come into her eyes. I gently wiped them away and kissed her cheek and forehead repeatedly.
Occasionally, I would look at her face and eyes again. If there were more tears, I would gently wipe them away again and kiss her again. After she breathed her last I still kissed her and counted it a great honor to be allowed to do so. That woman was the sweetest lady that I have ever known in my life. Even with all our ups and downs it was a privilege to be married to someone that wonderful.
Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2010-03-29 at 00:45
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I Kissed Away Her Tears!
Back when we were young--my wife used to ask me would I kiss away her tears as she passed into the next life if she should die before me. I would tell her, "Lady I have never touched a dead body, and I don't plan on starting with yours." I meant it too, but I really thought I would probably die before she did after all I was five years older than she was and at the time I was in worse health than her so far as either of us knew.Earlier this year she took a turn for the worse and had to spend some time in the hospital. Suddenly we began thinking that she might not get to come home again. About two and one-half weeks later she had to go in the (CCU) critical care unit. She went back to the regular room, but later had to go back in CCU again. I spent almost all my time right there by her side after that. As she began having a more difficult time breathing, I saw tears come into her eyes. I gently wiped them away and kissed her cheek and forehead repeatedly.
Occasionally, I would look at her face and eyes again. If there were more tears, I would gently wipe them away again and kiss her again. After she breathed her last I still kissed her and counted it a great honor to be allowed to do so. That woman was the sweetest lady that I have ever known in my life. Even with all our ups and downs it was a privilege to be married to someone that wonderful.
Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2010-03-29 at 00:45
Tags Tears Death Dying
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