365 D95

As she woke, sleepy, barely responding, barely making sense of anything. He is gone. She has not heard his voice in forty-two days. Such a long time to sit with your best friend, seeing their lifeless body, looking into their eyes, hoping and praying that they have the will to live and move on, move forward, accept this flight of life, the will to keep fighting this downhill battle, a need to stay here on this planet and give her something to live for, maybe just a wee bit of please let go. Please let go, because she hates seeing you like this, let go because she wants to hear your voice and it is not fair that she cannot have both your voice and touch. Please let go because you love her and she is tired, from lack of sleep, from worry, from the uncertainty of what tomorrow may bring but please hang on because she cannot imagine a day without you holding her hand, even if you cannot speak, she wants to hold your hand, to feel the warmth of your touch, the squeeze of her fingers. Do not leave her in this cruel, hateful world. Do not leave her, she wanted to go first, she is so afraid. She loves you, Ray of light, shine brightly down on her face. Fill her up with love and unspoken truths of how wonderful she is for being the human being human. Ray of light, send Gracie, Stretchers, Janie and Dani her love. Ray of light, watch over Ruthie. Always 💜💜💜