A Time To Die
This is the second story in my series based on Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, A Time For Everything.
A TIME TO DIE
He holds his wife’s hand as she bears down, grimacing in a pain he can only imagine. A tear trickles down her cheek, matching the one seeping from the corner of his eye.
I’m not ready for this.
She curls her fingers around his and squeezes, but he hardly feels the pressure. There used to be such strength in those hands, that body, this woman. He bites the inside of his cheek and stares on like a fool. Nothing to say. Nothing to do. But be by her side as she clings to him, and wait.
Cheeks sallow, eyes sunken, only a whisper of the woman she once was, but she’s still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He holds his tongue because he knows she would argue, thinking he’s only giving lip service to make her feel better. But what could be more beautiful than sharing your life with someone until that last moment? Or more frightening?
I can’t do this.
“Be strong…..for our Stacey.”
Not without you.
A final agonizing breath and her body yields, sinking into the bed, her grip loosening. He only has a second to take her in before the machines start blaring.
His breath stops as the axis of his world shifts. His reality spins out of control as the center of his universe fades to black.
Please read the sister-story, A Time To Be Born.