My personal observation
when life support is unplugged
Tiny Hands
~~~~~*~~~~~
Within my hands
I held her tiny
Right hand
She stared at me
Recognizingly
Between bouts
Of drowsiness.
My eyes began to tear
As those of others
Surrounding
Her hospital bed
I not want her
to see Me cry.
Into my wife's hands
I placed her tiny hand
Walking away
To recover my emotions
The doctor uttered
A suggestion
If desire we can play
Some music for her
Comfort.
The chosen,
A nurse tech
Introduced himself
Before preparing her
For the final journey
He wore green scrubs
And a surgical mask
Appropriately
The Angel of mercy
Has arrived.
With final permission
Of all present
He proceeded to accomplish
His assigned mission
Life support was
switched off.
With tubing removed
Now she wore
A soft oxygen mask
To ease her breathing
On her own
As she begins
Her walk through
The dark tunnel
As the light at the end
beckons her
For how long was unknown.
And so began the lamenting
Tear flowed for an
Innocent child of 58
Who never knew
The world that
Surrounded her.
By: William Bonilla
D'Artagnan
01/05/2016
P S my eldest son added
"The hands that waved
The plastic wrapping, that
Always reached for the sweets".
These few words to me
Are very emotional
For only the immediate
Family knows it's
True meaning.
A beautiful heart touching story. I had to watch as life support was taken off a beautiful young lady that I loved. She was my niece and so very young, only 33 that cancer took from us. I know the feeling of helplessness and never ending tears.
This is very beautiful, William. The scene, the emotions felt, those last minutes are so touching. These are the scenes of parting that we never forget. God bless you and comfort you and your family who will miss your beloved one.
Wonderful poem William. Very touching true story which I can relate. My first wife died 37 years young. She told me in her last few hours that she wanted to go home. I fought it at first but them I told her it was OK if she wanted to go but just know how much I love her and will miss her. She said very clearly "now I know that you love me" and she smiled for the first time in weeks. That was her last words. Well I can't share this with everyone but I thought that you might understand. Thank you for sharing. John Michael
YOUR BEAUTIFUL PROSE SUBSTANTIATES THAT NO LIFE IS MEANINGLESS, FOR THE LOVE SHE BROUGHT TO THE FAMILY WAS NOW LIKE A RELEASING OIL THAT ENABLED HER TO QUIETLY DEPART AND ENTER INTO A PLACE OF ETERNAL PEACE. CONDOLENCES, MY FRIEND, TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A very moving poem that touched me deeply. That final act was an act of love to give peace to her. Its always the hardest on the ones left behind but she is happy and whole once again.
Your story needed to be told and you have, eloquently. Some others seem not to have noticed that the child was 58. And that the child had probably suffered a very long time. That made this story all the more poignant.
Having been a Respiratory Therapist I have been many times in the situation of removing the ventilator from a patient. Whether it was a terminal illness or accident, it always tore at my heat. Children were always the saddest and not only the family cried, but the professional staff as well, but we would go somewhere else to do it. I must tell you though that I always made the attending physician push the power button on the ventilator, I just couldn't do it.
What a touching work, i feel deeply about it also. We must all go through death, but sometimes we're not ready for it either, May God Bless You and be with you. Thanks for sharing a touching happening.
hug
Kathy
Sincerely,
Connie
A very moving poem that touched me deeply. That final act was an act of love to give peace to her. Its always the hardest on the ones left behind but she is happy and whole once again.
Love and blessings,
Linda
Ron
Beautiful.
walt
poignant read, losing a child is the most troubling for a parent at any point in the child's life
I have lost parents, sibling, husband, nephew, friends, but NOTHING compares to losing the babies I did not get to raise
Regis
Love ya!
Jane