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Array ( [sid] => 133223 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hurts so Good [time] => 2007-04-01 19:02:51 [hometext] => A father, husband, grandfather will always watch over you and want the best…so try harder! ( i didnt edit for form so well...youll get it i hope... [bodytext] => I lay here wondering is this my death bed
Nurse comes in early morn, adjust pillow for my head

Dr. said “nothing more can be done, comma has left him a vegetated state
Tears fall from eyes of the family in shadow of the decision they must make

Cant see or speak but I listen very well….
Over heard if they stop treatment it could be hours or instant they cant tell….!

Sadly this is in my wife’s hands and I know she knows best
But honestly I’m not ready to go; so much I have not done yet

It’s got to be about noon and she has to make this decision by five
Here comes that nurse again, she sure smells nice
She’s always checking the heart thingy, I guess to see if I’m alive
But why does it beep so loud; it should make noise only if I die…

I wonder how my funeral will be????

I know its sad I go ,
But I rather they rejoice my life
Jr. going to have to tuff‘n up!
To take care of his sisters and protect my wife

Warm tears, kisses on the cheek…
Wow, How time fly
I want them to stop crying
know my life is in them and now its only time my physical die

The beeping box thingy slowing down
All these damn blankets but it seems so cold now

Hospital air is so fresh, they probably pay tons on electric the lights so bright
Hold on……..
No more beeping, I’m walking and I regained my sight!
This cant be…..
Did I indulge in my own memories and not notice I slipped into my after life?

No where to turn in this tunnel; “this cant be right”
I’m not in the hospital…that’s the “bright light”
A shadow and undistinguished voice greets me
Hello brother, I hope your transition was alright..?

“My Lord?”

“No my brother I am your advocate before he”

I said please I was caught off guard I wasn’t ready, I didn’t know
I’m not questioning you, just two more minutes before I go..
He spoke as if smiling..” I’ve displayed all that I can
in hopes you learned from what I had to show.

With my life now over I was led to believe in heaven there was no pain
But my back is aching and my eyes burn from the strain
Just leaving my family and being with them consumes my brain
Hoping in my demise I left in order everything
I relinquish thought momentarily
That pain in my back was a sign of growth to my wings
The burn of my eyes is to prepare me for the good, bad things
I then realize……
My guardian angle has passed the torch to me as guardian angle
To watch over my family to have a non bias heart
And to encourage in the good and bad
To stay strong in the obstacles life brings..

I’m home [comments] => 1 [counter] => 302 [topic] => 38 [informant] => evolon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
Hurts so Good

Contributed by evolon on Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 07:02:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Tributes



I lay here wondering is this my death bed
Nurse comes in early morn, adjust pillow for my head

Dr. said “nothing more can be done, comma has left him a vegetated state
Tears fall from eyes of the family in shadow of the decision they must make

Cant see or speak but I listen very well….
Over heard if they stop treatment it could be hours or instant they cant tell….!

Sadly this is in my wife’s hands and I know she knows best
But honestly I’m not ready to go; so much I have not done yet

It’s got to be about noon and she has to make this decision by five
Here comes that nurse again, she sure smells nice
She’s always checking the heart thingy, I guess to see if I’m alive
But why does it beep so loud; it should make noise only if I die…

I wonder how my funeral will be????

I know its sad I go ,
But I rather they rejoice my life
Jr. going to have to tuff‘n up!
To take care of his sisters and protect my wife

Warm tears, kisses on the cheek…
Wow, How time fly
I want them to stop crying
know my life is in them and now its only time my physical die

The beeping box thingy slowing down
All these damn blankets but it seems so cold now

Hospital air is so fresh, they probably pay tons on electric the lights so bright
Hold on……..
No more beeping, I’m walking and I regained my sight!
This cant be…..
Did I indulge in my own memories and not notice I slipped into my after life?

No where to turn in this tunnel; “this cant be right”
I’m not in the hospital…that’s the “bright light”
A shadow and undistinguished voice greets me
Hello brother, I hope your transition was alright..?

“My Lord?”

“No my brother I am your advocate before he”

I said please I was caught off guard I wasn’t ready, I didn’t know
I’m not questioning you, just two more minutes before I go..
He spoke as if smiling..” I’ve displayed all that I can
in hopes you learned from what I had to show.

With my life now over I was led to believe in heaven there was no pain
But my back is aching and my eyes burn from the strain
Just leaving my family and being with them consumes my brain
Hoping in my demise I left in order everything
I relinquish thought momentarily
That pain in my back was a sign of growth to my wings
The burn of my eyes is to prepare me for the good, bad things
I then realize……
My guardian angle has passed the torch to me as guardian angle
To watch over my family to have a non bias heart
And to encourage in the good and bad
To stay strong in the obstacles life brings..

I’m home




Copyright © evolon ... [ 2007-04-01 19:02:51]
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Re: Hurts so Good (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 07:58:13 PM AEST
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Incredibly written.
Great writing.
Big huggs,
emy




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