I remember letting go your hand; how you looked at me, not wanting to go…but knowing you must. Helplessly, watching you slip away. You took a breath…then you were gone.
Thoughts from that last powerful moment of life; that last breath. A moment when you realize that you are not in control; a moment when you recognize the two most important breaths; the first breath and the last. Within those two breaths is the breath of life.