Tuesday, October 7, 2008
When you laid there in your bed, with me at your side, I didnt want to see you go, but also I didn't want to see you hurt. When you opened you eyes and looked at Jesus I knew you wanted to go, I told him that it was time to take away you pain. For the next hour or so, everytime I held your hand you moved it so I'd let go. I knew symbolically, I had to finally let go. I told you I was goin to sleep and you needed to as well. There I laid in the bed next to you when I was awakened and told of your death. I was sad, but relieved. When I looked at your still body, I looked almost identical to the previous 48 hours. That is when I realized you were MUCH better off where you are now. Lots of love, NICOLE
