My mom and I watch him getting the morphine. And in time we are rewarded with a smile. A chat and brighter eyes. I promise him that he will be pain free but I am not sure if I can keep that promise. We bath him in scripture and the worship music he loves is always on. I pray over him and tell him how much I love him.
Can I wish that he will be taken home soon? I want to hold onto him but I know that our loss is his eternal gain. And so all I can do is fight right now, for him. For honour and dignity and love.
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