His breathing is shallow, his body is weak. He can't find comfort, yet in our touch that's what he seeks. The strongest man that I have ever known. Now sits before me no pity time has shown.
He hasn't really changed not when you look deep inside. He's weary and tired yet he still has his pride. My heart wrenches as I look into his eyes. I fall to pieces as I listen to his painful sighs.
Tears stream down my face as he struggles to breathe. Anger and fear rages, I can't help but to grieve. For the man that made me who I am today. For the agony he feels that I can't abate in any way.
