Each labored breath means he is still here with us.
Each gaze makes me wonder what he thinks.
Each beeping machine reminds us he is vital.
Each passing moment,
Each glimpse,
Each gesture,
Held tightly in my heart.
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My dad is fighting for his life after a bad fall. And the rest of the world has fallen away as life has become all about just being here for him and with him.
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Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always there. Still Loved, Still missed, still very dear. Be happy for the time you had together.