Hours of endless waiting; I stayed. I drove to you daily. I slept on the chair resting my head on your bed, many a time. I held your hand and fed you sips of water if nothing else. I listened to your cries of no more and tried to reassure you; till in the end I too, cried “enough”.
You hovered between him and me for days longer than we thought possible, till they said “go home, rest, we will call you”
Too long; was the journey and the phone rang as I arrived. I drove. Speed limits blurred.
A white owl was waiting for me, half way, and flew across my windscreen. I nearly crashed.
I arrived 20 minutes later; a hug from the nurse “she’s gone”. Pale but peaceful you began your eternal rest, free from pain and suffering.
Hours later; numb, guilt ridden at not being there, angry with the world, I drove homewards. As tears and emotion threatened my driving. An owl, white and beautiful flew ahead of my car guiding it back to the road.
Then I understood.
7.30 you left to go to my father. His claim stronger than mine now.