Hope

I stare at the cream colored walls of my hospital room, and I remember when I said that I would never end up in one for my last moments, that I would die in the comfort of my own home. But as I listen to my heart monitor beep, I remind myself of the warm summer days that I spent sweating and working, and I remember that being as determined as I was, that caused this.

My chest feels heavy and I have to force myself to breathe and I know that I am clinging to a false hope of life.

The beeping is slowing and so is my labored breathing, the heavy watery sound is becoming quieter and raspier. I know that I will never see my my son get married or even my grandchildren.. or the farm. I will never see my farm again, never pick strawberries in the summer heat, or sell them, make them into ice cream and give them to the children that come around when it gets too hot. I will never feel the sunshine again or— Why is it beeping like that? Just one constant beep- its so annoying- they should fix that- but why is it beeping- its so annoying- just one long

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee———-