Life: How Time’s Spent

“Come and sit by the bed would you? And bring a box of Kleenex; we’re going to need it.”  Her fragile hand reached out to me in the darkened hospital room, beckoning me nearer. Moonlight streamed in through the window, highlighting the white hair on her head and deepening the creases in her once beautiful face. I sat down beside her and handed her the box of Kleenex which she held close to her chest, as she
pushed the button to raise her head up. “I want to talk to you about something really important.”