Time and Time Again!
Date Submitted: 09/10/2006 01:32:15
Over the years, I've watched him grow. Through the baby stages to death. I've seen the struggles, the joy, the despair. It was all clear. He never gave a thought, that he wasn't alone in his room. He was never alone, I was there. I was there in the walls, the dirty carpet he refused to clean, in the posters, the holes, in that stinky boy smell he emitted as a teen. I was there
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the gun. I was the one who hid the ammunition within my walls. I was there to cool the room so frigid, he could barely manipulate that gun. I was there.
I am here. I am here, watching as he pulls the feeding tube and IV's from himself. I let him die this time. There's nothing I can do, except be there. "Thank you" he calls out on his last breaths, "I know you're there".
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