Sunday, December 03, 2006

Sunday Scribblings--In the Last Hour

Angel on top of church--Milan, Italy
In memory of G., even though it didn’t happen this way.

In the last hour, there was silence. Nothing else would have been fitting. How else do you attend the death of a child? As life slips away breath by etiolated breath, all you can do is listen and watch.
I will always remember the sounds of that sickroom. How we all waited for that last intake of breath, the final sigh. Each small sound, of clothes against a chair, of a fingernail furtively gnawed, seemed disrespectful. A watch ticked quietly, ordinarily not to be heard over the daily bustle. Perhaps all other senses fled and hearing sharpened because only ears were needed to confirm the end.
Someone’s lips moved, as if in prayer. Can prayer console in such circumstances? I closed my eyes and tried to envision an angel, hand outstretched to bear him to a better place but faith failed me. To believe in angels would be to believe in the justice and rightness of the moment. I could not acknowledge a divine and merciful power that had allowed this grim reaping of joy, youth and beauty.
Death entered the room and left again before I knew he was there. Realization only dawned as I watched the nurse uncoil her stethoscope, place it on the frail chest and record a time.


18 comments:

Bruja Bella said...

Very moving and well written - I too have watched death steal in and quietly and without fan fare take away life. It is a very confronting thing and I don't know that you're ever exactly the same after it.

Jone said...

What a moving piece and how terribly sad. I can't imagine losing a child. Thanks for stopping by, garnet yams are yams of a reddish color.

paris parfait said...

Poignant and sad piece.

AnnieElf said...

It's hard enough witnessing the death of a beloved adult. I can't imagine witnessing the same for a child. I caught my blessings.

Sunflower said...

Very Touching.


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Gattina said...

Very sad moments which only one can understand when he has lived it. I did when my aunt died, so sad, I loved her so much.

Heather in Beautiful British Columbia said...

Beautifully written - oh, it must be so difficult to lose a beloved child.

Denise Patrick said...

Beautiful picture and very moving comments. It's hard witnessing death at any time, but that of a child must be extremely painful.

GreenEyedGirl said...

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.

tegdirb92 said...

Thanks for sharing that. Well written.

Frances said...

Hard to put a picture and post like that together, but you did.
Beautifully written.
Had to read it again before commenting.
Take care,
Frances

Mimi Lenox said...

How heartbreaking.

Be blessed.

tumblewords said...

Heart wrenching. Nicely written.

tickledpink.nicole said...

You captured a difficult subject with dignity, clarity and beauty.

gautami tripathy said...

Heart felt.

Hugs....

grace said...

Very moving and beautiful. I can't begin to imagine the sadness you felt.

paisley said...

what a lovely post... i don't know any of the background on this,,, but it was very touching.......

Rob Kistner said...

Deeply touching and elegant in its grace...