momma's whipsers.

down sleepy hollow road. yesterday.

to sit in a room and hold the hand of a young man who will pass away within possibly a week, is a moment in time which is beyond sacred and beyond words and hits a place in my heart that seems to ripple forever.

to sit beside his mother and father, who can barely breathe
because the sadness is so heavy, is crushing.

i can think of nothing else.

it was just a short time ago i saw him outside with his daughter and his wife
and the new puppy ~ fully alive, strong and healthy and happy...having a totally normal day like we all have.

now he is in a hospital bed, unable to speak,
limited to only the small movements of his eyes, his one hand, and his right leg,
machines helping him breathe, tubes helping to sustain his body.

i know he knows we are there.
i know he can hear us and feel us.
i know he understands when his momma whispers in his ear...
i know his heart beats stronger as his father stands beside him.

i want to shove people who say otherwise.
i want to slam anyone who treats those in this condition as "already gone."

these tragedies that happen in life,
these unexplainable things that happen to the people we love,
are the continued reminders we forever need.

to remind us about what really matters.
about loving big.
about living fully.
about being kind to one another.
about not putting off that dream another day.
about mending and moving on.
about considering what will be remembered and left behind when we pass on.

i would so appreciate your prayers or your thoughts for our friends,
it has been a brutal time, and love and strength are deeply needed.

xo
jen gray