The nurse leads me quietly down the hallway, She doesn't speak much and I'm grateful for that because I don't think I can survive hearing sympathy in another person's voice right now.
The hallway gets colder the farther we walk or maybe that's just me.
My arms wrap tighter around myself as we stop in front of a plain white door.
Thenurse turns toward me gently.
"Take your time," she says softly.
Then she opens the door and leaves me alone, fr a second, I just stand there staring at Margaret lies on the hospital bed beneath a white sheet pulled up to her chest, looking Still…..Completely still. She used to be very vibrant and full of life now she just…doesn't move.
The room suddenly feels too small to breathe in as I take one shaky step forward, then another and my vision blurs almost immediately.
"No…" I whisper weakly, like maybe if I say it enough times this won't be real.
But it is. God. It's real.
