“How did she take it? Especially after all they’d been through? I would imagine it was pretty hard,” inquired Tom, gazing over at me.
“When I finally got up the courage to go in and tell her, I found myself at a lost for words. I’ve given countless presentations. And lectured through numerous courses on subjects involving human behavior. And yet I couldn’t find a comfortable way to tell my own mother she had just lost the love of her life, her husband and my father.
As I made my way through the door and over toward her, within seconds my emotions took over and drew me into a torrent of uncontrollable tears. About mid way toward the bed I found myself feeling faint. Taking a few additional steps, I immediately reached out for its railing as I slid unto the mattress before collapsing on her chest and arm. In indescribable anguish I lied there and cried as she laid silently in a deep sleep.
I must have slept in that position for the remainder of the night and throughout the early morning hours. Later I awakened to the warmth of the early morning sunlight creeping across the room. In its calmness of movement, it made its way beyond the window seal and unto a portion of her pillow where my hand rested.
Lying there, just staring down at the floor while trying to gather my thoughts on how and to tell her that her husband had just died, I began to gradually feel its gentle rays of hope spreading warmth across my arm as it stopped short of her head.
After a few lingering moments, out of the haze of my confusion I aimlessly glanced up into her face. And much to my surprise, I found her looking down at me with tears running from her eyes. My God… right at that moment.”
“Go ahead dear, it’s okay,” Verona whispered, as the other two sat in silence.
Finding comfort in her words, following a fainting sigh I added. “At that moment the look in her eyes. What they conveyed to me sent an unexpected and painful jolt through my body. What I felt…it felt as if life was stripping away my last breath.
