Sunday, August 28, 2016

To Avoid Regrets

He will probably die. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. I will go and be supportive. For a few minutes. Must avoid regrets. Bandages can temporarily mend open wounds. His room will look just like the last. Another death. He was on the phone last time. Noisy, too loud. I was annoyed. Now it is his turn. Same kind of room. Maybe I will take a call.
A band aid may stop the blood but not the pain. Sarcasm will come through. Only honesty allowed here. In the room, she will be off kilter. Understandable but hard to deal with. Must put on the mask, grab the shield. Armor is necessary in the war zone.
All to avoid regrets.

No comments:

Post a Comment