He tried to sleep but his memories of time
past kept him awake. The soft chimes and momentary beeps of machines around and
on him didn’t make for a good sleeping environment either. His visitors had
long left, their steps walking away his last memory. He heard his daughter blow
her nose trying to hold back the tears that would soon fall, she has such a big
heart that one. His son didn’t come today seems he was out of town on business
but that was all right he thought after all he was only doing what he was
taught to do. Take care of family first, his family. He too has a good heart
and will go far and be successful. A nurse came in asking if he needed anything,
he shook his head and bid her a good night. They were kind to him here, through
experience he imagined, after all, wasn't it their job to be kind? When the
room was still, and the moonlight crept into his room he made one last call to
his God asking that all those he loved remembered him not as the frail old man
who they cry for now, but rather that happy, kind of crazy guy that held the
family record for the most hot dogs eaten at the summer reunion. He wanted them
to know that leaving this place was all he wanted now so he could be together
again with all those already gone before him. He has no pain, no worries, and
no regrets. He was a man who knew what love was and how to show it. His life
was full, and he was blessed with many who called him a friend. Now the soft
chimes and momentary beeps are fading into silence as he closes his eyes for
the last time only to open them again to something beyond his wildest
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