Picture And Write It, Prompt #25

She was on her way home. The trip had been exhausting. She had met with all family members, some of them she didn’t know or remember. She had just laid her father to rest, in his home town. She had been flying back and forth to visit with him, and to deal with doctors and medications. She was his POA. He had been suffering with Leukemia for a little over a year. Each time she went to visit, she noticed slight changes in his body. The slow movement, the quietness, that once, used to be full of laughter. She was helpless in every way, other than letting him know that she loved him, and making sure he was comforted and cared for. She would take little treats to him, each time. She hoped that these small trinkets would heal her from her guilt, that she carried within, from not living closer to him. She had moved over five years ago, to take a better paying job. He had been very upset about it, as they both knew she was his favorite daughter. Her last visit had been spent with not leaving his side. Hanging on to every word he whispered to her. Giving him sips of water, and feeding him whatever he would agree to eat. He had lost so much weight, as his hunger diminished. He looked ten years older than he was. She laid on his bed, next to him, and held his hand, as God came down to take him home. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she sat in her seat on the plane and went over the last two weeks. She would love her father until she could no longer feel love. She didn’t realize her tears were falling, but her seat neighbor did. The lady who was sitting beside her noticed her tears and heard her soft cries. She reached out and laid her hand over her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She patted her own shoulder and motioned for her to rest her head against her shoulder. Here the daughter weeped and began her healing journey.