He lays there, slump in his hospital bed, pale and defeated. My fathers time on this earth has indeed expired. As he agreed to take his last breath, his eyes faded into two gray glossy balls, beautiful and hopelessly lifeless. It was almost as if I could see his soul dance away in a grateful farewell. Leaving me in this world, alone, forever, until my time has too come.
It's the day of the funera...