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Author:  Jonmark
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Date:  9/10/2003 5:53:42 PM
Subject:  Re: Remembering Eyes
Well Doug, my responses are beginning to sound trite, I'm sure.

You're pen moves to the pad and pricks a heart.

You took be back to the room where my father lay dying.
One of the strange artifacts of the modern age, I saw his last heartbeats up there on the TV screen.
I was holding his left hand, my mother his right.

We both told him we loved him, close to his ears so as to be sure he took that last thought with him.
Then the flatline.

The nurses moved in with their paddles and high voltage. (He had been assaulted so many times in days prior, his poor chest was blistered.)

My mother thought to herself out loud, "let him go".

It fell to me to pass that along to the technicians.
They made me repeat it for legal reasons.
It still robs my sleep.

Your words take me to places that must be remembered to find healing.

So did Mickeys.

 Remembering Eyes by Doug Lang  at 9/10/2003 1:18:15 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Bill Smith  at 9/10/2003 5:10:55 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Dave  at 9/10/2003 5:24:49 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Bill Smith  at 9/10/2003 6:03:23 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Dave  at 9/10/2003 6:55:40 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Joe Z at 9/10/2003 7:43:09 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Karen R  at 9/10/2003 8:53:00 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Bob C at 9/10/2003 8:59:45 AM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Eve at 9/10/2003 1:02:59 PM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Jonmark at 9/10/2003 5:53:42 PM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Dave  at 9/10/2003 8:15:20 PM
 Re: Remembering Eyes by Dorothy  at 9/10/2003 9:00:14 PM