I
Wish we
Had known that
You were so ill
Perhaps we could have
Done something to stem the
Tide of debilitation
That voraciously stripped you of
Any dignity or quality
Of life and yet when you went, it was the
Hideous disease that just stopped your heart
Had the diagnosis been revealed
A year earlier, or two years
There were medications and
Treatments available
It’s been fourteen months
I still wonder
I pray you’ve
Found peace
Now
©2023 Annette Rochelle Aben
Grandma goes to sleep each night at seven
Every night since Grandpa went to Heaven
She says there’s nothing to stay awake for
There’s only so many times one can sweep the floor
She eats her supper precisely at three
Does her dishes and watches a little TV
Opens her Bible and reads a bit
Works on a shawl she’s been trying to knit
She says that once the shawl is complete
She’ll wrap herself up and take a seat
Near the picture of their old Studebaker
And wait for Grandpa to come and take her
And when she closes her eyes each night at seven
She dreams of her reunion with Grandpa in Heaven
©2023 Annette Rochelle Aben
Charli Mills charged us with creating 99-word flash fiction using SWIFT PASSAGE as the prompt. I chose to share the events leading to the swift passing of my mother-in-law, Evelyn. Choose to be a part of the writing fun by hanging out at the: Carrot Ranch
From the time they told us she had cancer, five of them all in advanced stages until she died was one week. Of course, we had no idea it would happen that quick. I remember walking in and quitting my job because I knew I would move her in with my husband and me so I could care for her until the end of her days. Who knew I would be back to work in less than a fortnight.
But you know, she said that she wanted it that way. No drawn-out drama. Absolutely no heroics. Death on her terms.
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
Your DAILY MESSAGE from Angels
LOVED ONES NEVER LEAVE US WHEN THEY DIE!
We love you
Believing this, Angels!!!
Colleen presents us with the opportunity to choose our own words and format for this week’s writing challenge. I chose Spirit and Free.
I’ve watched another
Gasping for their final breath
As they left this world
I have watched as their Spirit
Was freed from a life of pain
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
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