"Talia, honey, I just can't anymore."
His words had burned holes into my heart, causing more pain that anything I'd felt before. The end of life is expected and it's near, we all live in this mortal construct of alive or dead.
His soul dissipated into nothingness, his body diminished with every treatment and medication.
I cried for nights until my eyes ran dry, raging, "One more day, God, one more. Give him that, God." He was gone even before death swept him away, his skin had turned ghost white, his body skin and bones.
He was in peace now in Heaven, I'd hoped. Where the morphine didn't need to be administered two times a day, where trips to the hospital weren't needed, and the pain was no longer.
He was home, he'd lived his life, "to the fullest, Talia, now it's time you live yours." He'd told me.
For him, that's what I planned on doing.
Everything I did, was for him.
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He was to me what the sun was to the moon. He came and wrapped his arms around me picking me up off the ground, whispering the few words;
"I've got you, forever and always."
He was what I promised that I would do, "live my life to the fullest" my fullest life was in him.
That's is that story, my story, our story. A story of how God's forgiving and limitless love.
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Bonfire Nights
RomanceTalia Toledo has stayed in Aflton, Arizona for all of her life. The serene temperament of this lively, fast-paced town had been disrupted for Talia when she becomes the charity case of the town. Talia's father is suffering from an illness and her wo...
