It is so hard being the one left behind.
When he's wrapped in Earth's warm arms.
And I'm still here, stuck in the cold hug of life.
The wanting, the needing, the wondering what life would be like.
If the doctor had said negative. . . not positive.
If the chemo had brought him back to me.
If all his fighting and pain had been rewarding.
But no.
He just was shoved further and further into Cancer's greedy arms.
He was tugged and dragged toward death.
Kicking and screaming the whole way.
He fought. He Tried. He accepted.
He gave in, knowing that he was to be taken.
That the longer this was drawn out,
the more pain it would cause everyone who had every loved him.
He left us in his sleep.
Peacefully, his soul floated with new knowledge.
Ready to shave that knowledge with whomever would listen.
It is so hard being the one left behind.
