One Year Ago

One year ago today...he was gone. His body was there, the machines kept his lungs breathing, his blood pumping, but he was gone. He died in the wee hours of the morning. Barbara and I were there. The monitors told us. But the machines kept him breathing, heart kept pumping. At least some good could come from the unthinkable...Steve dieing. We waited at the hospital while the organ transplant team did their work. What can they use, what will go where. Everyone was so patient with me...I couldn't leave with him still lying there, waiting for his next purpose in life...in death. Time kept getting pushed back and we ended up at the hospital a day longer. Even though we were all so terribly exhausted...we were able to spend time in saying good bye...to Steve's physical presence. His spirit had already soared to greater heights.