I proved my love and held here hand.
It wasn’t much of a jester, or I didn’t think so but we started to hold hands and at that moment in time I knew that love had come. I had come out of a single and non touching life, that affection of love was only spoken about, and in the privates of the home displayed. So I thought that you did the things that you were expected to do and nothing else mattered. But after a few years There had to be more. She had medical problems and I was there as a comforter and partner. As time went on the love grew and we became inseparably, and the bond was permeate. Then it wasn’t long til we started to hold hands in the store and shopping centers. The love and affection had taken hold. Years went by and the love grew and became solid. We had our spats and arguments, but the spark of love was still there and the comfort that we had with each other was strong. Then the disaster that I would never get over happened, she became sick and had sever headaches, she and I didn’t recognize the signs, and I hoped that it was not true. But when she were to the hospital, and the test came back, she had Cancer of the brain and that was the start of the end of her life and mine.
We went to the best hospital and Doctors and had surgery. But the cane was still there and was not operable. Only chemo and radiation, would help but only about four percent. or ma by six months. So we decided to pray and hold hands till the bitter end.
As time went on and the days got shorter, the bond of love was still there. Through the endless day of care and he endless day of anticipation, we waited for the answer to the prayer. As the end day came she turned to me and said I love you, and told here family she loved them also. Then she began to have seizures and with the help of Hospice nurses and myself she held my hand for the last time and died with dignity and grace.
As her heart of gold stopped pumping and she went to a better place of existence, I knew that to hold a hand and to say I love you and truly mean it, would never be the same with me. But I will keep with in my heart a warm spot for the hand I held till the end and the last goodbye.
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