Dying
My eyelids drooped as I went in and out of consciousness. The sweat drenched my body as the fever took hold. "Water," I pleaded. I opened my mouth and the slow drip of fluid slid down my throat. "More," I croaked. "Take it easy," said the nurse. I beckoned to the nurse to come closer. "Are they coming," I mumbled. "We phoned them four hours ago, they should be here soon." I gave a long sigh. Lying on the bed and waiting for my sons, I reflected on the course of my life. I have tried to treat everyone that I have met with equality. My intimate relationships have been honest. I have given of myself to others. True, there have been selfish acts, but no betrayals, A hand came on my shoulder and gently shook me from my thoughts. My eyelids opened in slow motion and I stared at my three sons. My face lit up and tears of love and sadness ran down my face. My three sons sat on the bed to give me a last loving hug. One on each side and the younger one put his head on my chest as I caressed his head. I told each in turn that I loved them. "We love you dad," they said as they started to cry. "It is finished," I said to myself. My body became as light as a feather. I drifted away, free from any limitations, as I transmuted from the physical. 24258210
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