How do you say goodbye?

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How? You talk about it, the disease, the bastard that’s consuming her, the love of your life. You laugh about things you did when you first met. Who started laughing and blew coffee out of their nose and that made you both laugh harder until you couldn’t catch your breath.  And she lies there, now struggling just to take in enough oxygen to keep her eyes open because she wants to keep her eyes on you because you were everything to each other.  Because so long as she can still see, it means she’s still alive.  She was never afraid of dying, she was afraid of being forgotten.  She won’t be.  Her daughter adores her and her children will learn of their grandmother.  Her nieces and nephews adored her too.  The world has changed.  A hundred or five hundred years from now someone may just happen to find this blog…

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About spookmoor

I'm a 61 year old happily married man with three grown up children. I lost all my hearing as an eighteen year old whilst doing National Service and then had a Cochlear Ear Implant twenty years later. I love trying to explain these things to people and bits about my life. I never thought so at the time, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Thus one gets Random ramblings from a man who has seen a lot with a touch of humour underlying all.
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2 Responses to How do you say goodbye?

  1. spookmoor says:

    Thank you bulldog.

  2. bulldog says:

    Great reblog my friend…

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