Right now I am starting to get Al’s clothes packed once again as he will be going to the Hospice house. He is no better and I can barely think. They, the doctors and nurses are going to tell Al he is going to be termed as bed bound.
I didn’t have the heart or the guts to take a way what he has left. But the truth is he can no longer stand, or rarely, and his body is tired.
I am torn up inside. Hospice says Al just can’t take anything anymore. They feel the only way to help him is have him bed bound so they can medicate him enough to stop the tremors pretty much. I just don’t know. I just don’t know.
The words do not come easy
As I am choking up
My brother is going to leave
Me and tears shall fill my cup.
The silence of when he is gone
For even a few days
Gives new meaning to what is ahead
I can not even begin to say.
The tears fall so easily
They pour as a flowing stream
My heart is cracked in fragments
Because this has shattered my brother’s dream.
He wanted to go to Atlanta
Where coca cola is made
He was invited by the president
But the plan was never laid.
And now I must accept
That one day he won’t be here
But I know that he will be in heaven
And his pain he will never fear.