Only you who stood the deathwatch…can know how I still feel
Those who kept the same lonely vigil who watched in agony
The family member who was there and had to make the choice
Whether to pull the plug or leave him, it was all left up to me
Each artificial breath he takes offered both hope and despair
Your companion numbered monitors, and beeps throughout the night
The nurses glance with sympathy, because they’ve seen it all before
Sometimes a kind hand on a shoulder, as they dim the overhead light
You talk to them, plead with them, beg them for a sign
Hold their hand, make deals with God, do anything you can
You hear the doctor’s question; know the answer that’s required
Yet how can I say take the life of my brother…a young man
You know that it’s all over all that’s left are memories of past
Say your last farewells and squeeze his hand it’s time to let him go
You nod your answer and it’s done, a nurse guides you out the door
A piece of your heart is broken off and you hope somehow he’ll know
For years and years you’ll wonder if you did the right thing
If maybe you’d just waited one more day would he be here today
Perhaps a miracle might have happened and spared the one you loved
As time eases the pain and loss yet that unearned guilt won’t go away.
~Linda
When we are asked to make those decisions, they are not made for them, but for us. They are already gone, it's us that feels the pain. Now forgive yourself for they see nothing you need forgiveness for.
If it had of been Gods will for your Brother to have one more day, then turning the machines off, would not have mattered at all. For He is more powerful than any man-made electrical powered machine.
May they each rest in peace, along with your feeling of guilt.
Happy Thanksgiving Felix.
Lisa