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Show 358 "She is having a hard time now," he is continuing. He is turning to me and I am turning back to face them, to look into then bright faces. "Would it be OK with you all if I just let go?" I am asking, my voice soft. I am looking from one sweet face to the next and there are tears coming everywhere. By the depth of their silence, I understand that they understand my meaning. "No," one is saying suddenly, and the next one is nodding in agreement. "No," says another, and the next. Hy has added his "no" as well. "No," they have all said. It is not OK. "Who wants Mom to live?" he is asking now, "even if it means she must be away from us and stay here for months at a time?" Five hands are spontaneously held up high into the ah. My youngest is waving hers, as though in school, trying to get the attention of her teacher with the correct answer. Tears are stinging my eyes. Their love has brightened the room somehow even if the sun has not. I am raised somehow, by then raising. |
