AS ONE SOUL RISES

I was awakened by my daughter’s gentle shake. I jumped to my feet and ran across the room, scattering the morphine ampules and syringes from the tray that had been resting on my lap. As the crisp sounds of clatter piercing the silence settled behind me, I took my place at my wife’s bedside to bare witness to her final remaining moments. My daughter and I, each leaning in to touch, comfort, and to console; whispering our permission to take her leave. Closer, ever so close, close enough to feel her last breath as it came up from her core and slowly breezed by us.The room became a surreal calm in which time seemed to be frozen in silent respect for the passing. I sensed a warmth in the room. Around the peremiter of the room a golden hue that could not be seen when looked at, but felt when not. Time resumed in staccato and everything moved with each tic of the clock. Every thought, every face, every image ,and every scene was independent of the other. Then, I realized my tunnel vision. The center of my vision was a clarity never experienced before or since, the periphery was blurred and luminescent. I believe with all my being that her spirit was lingering with the family she so desperately wanted to stay with.The incandescence around the room was from the host of loved ones coming to claim their angel. And I believe the warmth I felt was the pure love and compassion that accompanied those spirits as they welcomed Gennie to her new home.I looked down on her and noticed the hand I was holding was no longer wrinkled, the skin I had been touching was now soft and had regained its tone and color. The grey that had slowly encroached upon her head during the two months in the hospital was gone and her hair appeared to be the color and texture of her childhood. About the room was a peaceful contentment that I knew was from her acquiescence to fate and the confidence that her daughter, her grand daughter, and I would be OK without her. Her face seemed to glow and it radiated from the final smile set upon her face for eternity. On her check was the last solitary tear at the end of a crystallized line from the corner of one of her blue eyes. In those eyes, just before passing, was a twinkle as if she had seen a long lost loved one.I thought back to the battle she had fought in the hospital for sixty days in and out of a coma and in and out of intensive care, awaiting a life saving transplant. Unfortunately, her rapidly declining health overshadowed the valiant efforts of the doctors. Who, facing reality, sent her home to prepare for the inevitable as best as she could.As primary caregiver I was responsible for her personal needs, which by now had been reduced to administering medications consisting of morphine shots increasingly potent to keep her comfortable. She was awake and alert for three days and spoke with many friends and family members, settling any unresolved differences, giving and asking forgiveness, and saying her final goodbyes. Our personal discussions consisted of the fond remembrances of our past thirty-three years together and her instructions for my future without her. By the fourth day she began slipping in and out of a coma, and by the end of the fifth day she was completely comatose. We were told that her body was systematically shutting down and was approaching her end of life.After giving her, what would become the last shot of morphine she required, I walked away. Only to stop, turn to look at her, and accept the finality of how frail and weak she had become and how tenacious life was. I thought of how valiantly she had fought and how strong and resilient she had been. I was amazed about how absolute truth had given her a power, a strength, and a courage she had never had before. I felt prout to have seen the grace at which she faced and prepared for death. And I felt honored to witness and be a part of the passing of my wife, from this plane to the next. I then sat to prepare more medications and fell into a light dreamlike trance.In my vision I saw a beautiful woman, devoid of clothing, but shrouded with the innocence of a child. Her nakedness was overshadowed by the beauty radiating from within her. She had large and powerful wings as I imagined an archangel might have. One hand was reaching for some unseen object just out of reach, the back of the other hand covered her eyes and prevented her from seeing what was in front of her face. Her distress was obvious. I looked closer and saw what appeared to be vines coming up out of the earth wrapping around her ankles and legs. The vines had long sharp thorns and the thorns were penetrating her skin, leaving long bloody scars as she struggled.As I watched in awe at this magnificent image I realized what she symbolized was the human spirit as she struggled to break the mortal chains of this world. Her nakedness was the symbolic shedding of the worries, fears, doubts, and insecurities that concealed her true being.The vines represented the earthly restraints. The physical and mental limitations and the circumstances of birth. The poverty, the neglect, the pain and sickness, and the abuses. The thorns, they were the most painful incidents of life. The catastrophes, tragedies, accidents, diseases and death. The pain and heartbreak and loss that defines and confines Her eyes were covered to signify the oppressive constraints we place on one another and ourselves with bigotry, greed, contempt, jealousy, hate, and……While I was contemplating what this all meant……

I was gently shaken awake by my daughter, and ran to my wife’s bedside.

trwoody

AS ONE SOUL RISES

trwoody

Joined September 2009

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A true story and seen only by one person previously. I release this as a token recognition of what was our wedding anniversity, now a date with meaning only to me….October the sixth

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