When I met my father’s eyes for the last time., it was a flash flood of communication. I read the recognition in his eyes that he knew I was there and he was happy I was with him. He knew, I could tell he knew, that I would not let him down and would be with him.

So much was exchanged in that look. The look of love, the look of relief, the look of goodbye.

When you have a connection like that, and you know it’s goodbye, you cling to that moment as one most precious. But dually, your heart breaks in that moment of finality. Hurt and heartache so deep takes your breath away. You are screaming in you head that this can’t be happening, but time won’t stop and the whole thing plays out. You are stuck, making calls, making arrangements, and not faltering, because everything is up to you and the strongest person in your life is gone.

Have you ever felt the? Felt such pain? Surrounded by people, but no one to help you?