No one can duplicate it.
No one can replay it
No one can feel it.
She looked at me as if a glaze was coming over her face.
She held my hand so tight that I could not getaway.
Little did I know what was transpiring.
So exhausted I passed her hand to my son knowing it all seemed strange.
It was the last time she was physically present.
It was the veil......the veil of death.
Nothing would ever be the same.
7/27/15
