Mary Chilton -The Journey of my Life

" until Next Monday."
"What until next Monday?" The doctor gives me a pittying look. Sad, but routiniously.
"I am sorry miss Chilton.... You won't be with us anymore. The illness has developed quicker than we would have thought. There is nothing we can do than trying to ease you from the pain in the remaining time."
I feel my eyes filling with tears. Despair schnürt meine breast ein. I try to breathe, but i am hit by a heavy wave of caughs.
My kids! Isaak and .. they are just 4 months old. How should they grow up without their mother. They won't even remember their mum. There is so much I would like to tell them. I want to be on their side when they enter school, when they fall in love the first time, when they marry...
Warm tears are running down my face. I am unable to speak, but his eyes are telling me that he understands.
In my shaking hand he places a pencil. You can tell them. Write it down. ;)