The Moments In Between (G-uno)

He was staring at the rain as it pounded down onto the glass. It wasn’t as though he’d never seen rain before, but more that he understood it might be the last time that he would. I watched him from the doorway of his room. I was familiar with the deafening sound of the silence that takes over when a person has reached the acceptance of the end of their journey in this life. The difference for me this time was that I had not accepted his end.

He turned slowly to look at me. His face was drawn, and pale. His presence in the room was so large even as his life force diminished. I could not even force my everything is okay smile. We knew each other much to well to even make the attempt. My throat ached from trying to hold back my tears. He walked towards me holding out his arms, and like a little girl I fell into them weeping uncontrollably.

I wept because I could not take away his fears. I wept because I knew we had reached an ending point, and although he had accepted his journey’s end he was not ready to leave. I wept because I was making him be strong for me, when I should have been being strong for him. Mostly I wept because I didn’t want to let him go.

Love pours through tears. It is so powerful that there is no longer a need for words. It takes over every aspect of your being, and in the moments in between you know that you have been a part of something more beautiful than anything you have the capability to imagine. You have loved unconditionally, and you have been loved equally back. I think the secret to life is the moments in between.

7 thoughts on “The Moments In Between (G-uno)

  1. Now that I’m up and out of bed, dressed and now sitting in my office, I thought I’d add a somewhat better response to this beautiful post. Anyone who has had a near death experience such as myself understands the pure acceptance of impending death when everything else has been done. In my case and many others, it makes us live our lives differently. We begin to see what good and right in this life. Many of us change careers or begin to be more supportive of certain populations. And the best part is that we no longer fear death.
    I thought this was a beautiful story because you both recognize that the end is very near and it’s what’s going to be whether you are ready to go or not. Who really knows what’s waiting for us on the other side, but my mom and two sisters have never come back to complain… πŸ™‚

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