You were here, truly and really here. I could feel your warm and beautiful life flowing through your hands as they soothed me. The rhythm of your heart was a beautiful melody as it sang a complimentary tune to the Lord.
I could see you. Not just that physical body but the woman living inside those eyes. The fighting spirit that clasped hands with the loving caregiver; strength with gentleness. My eyes could see you.
You were peaceful as you rested there. A quiet fight that you put all you had into. My heart brimmed with love and respect for you. My hand held yours and the feeling of the life within you was still there. I held on and squeezed, hoping I could somehow fan your flame. You were there... then you were gone.
Flying! That same moment you were soaring in glory with life and full of that stubborn strength. I couldn't feel you hands flowing with that life, but you could feel mine.
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