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The Awaited MomentThe Awaited Moment
The phone rings.
"He's gone", the broken voice says.
A clank sounds as the phone is dropped by the caller.
Sobs ring in my ear.
Sinking to the floor, my arms ache to hold her.
My heart breaks from her screams.
"Daddy's gone.", he passed just a little while ago.
What could I say except I am so sorry.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
December 3, 2012
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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