as Sarah loved…

She sat through the night beside his bed to make sure the oxygen was helping his breathing which was impaired by pneumonia. Around 1am, he whispered, “Sarah, don’t leave.” She answered softly, “I’m here for you.” But he never opened his eyes. Never heard her. He had spoken in his sleep she decided. Soon, she wiped his face with a cool washcloth. He asked, “Where have you been?” “By your side.” She talked him into some toast which she made, but when she returned from his kitchen, he was sleeping again. But his breathing was improving. She had been by his sickbed for one week when she was told by the extended family they no longer had the money for a nurse. Her agency assigned her to another home. But she quit her job and stayed by his side until the day he was well when he stood there helpless, watching her pack her things, and said, “Sarah, don’t leave.” And equally helpless she stopped packing and with tears she cried softly, “I’m here for you.”

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