Freedom from a body that was systematically shutting down and only kept alive by mechanical means.
Freedom from the silence he was in because of the vent.
Freedom from kidney dialysis.
Freedom from the gelled substance that had collected in his lungs.
Freedom from the bed sores that had caused flesh wounds that were so deep.
Freedom from the tubes and suctions and continually pulsing equipment.
Freedom from the smells that had become his own personal air.
Freedom to go hang with Grandma.
Grandpa's Home.
2 comments:
"Freedom to go hang with Grandma" I like that sentiment.
but at the same time, I'm sorry for the loss of grandpa :(
I'm so very sorry for your family's loss. This is very beautifully written.
Hugs.
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