I’m sorry that you are having difficulty breathing.I see how hard you have been trying and inspite of all the medical intervention it remains the same and can see the fear in your eyes as you get worst.
I’m sorry you are so restless thinking that if you close your eyes now then you will never get to open them again.
I’m sorry that you have to be locked away on an unit isolation and because of that you cannot see your family and cannot see ypi either. I’m sorry they cannot hold your hands and lay on your chest and reassure that you are loved. I become your medium of communication for now. I’m sorry that you are struggling to complete your sentences to convey your messages, but I’m patient so I stay and listen awhile as you gradually compose it.
I’m sorry that you have reverted to a baby stage of using a diaper again and even though I’ve reassured you a thousand times that its fine and I will change you when needs be and you’ve done nothing wrong I watch you cry.
I’m sorry that your strength is fading and i can see it in your eyes how weak and worn you are but you still fight.
I’m sorry that you took your very last breath today I was waiting on you to start breathing on your owe again, i was waiting for your family to hear you are making improvements, i was waiting on you to say to me you were feeling better, I was waiting on you to laugh like you use to and I was waiting to see that radiate smile I had been accustomed to, shine again.
I’m sorry you couldn’t hold on a bit longer to see your sons and daughters give your grandchildren. They’ll never know to joy of laying on your bosom that some how seems to have magical power making them find rest in your owe unique way.
Im sorry that death is a part of us and that you had to trod that road so fast.
Death broke us today we mourn you sweet lady.
inside her broken mind 