The phone rang announcing she might not make it through the night.
The phone rang announcing she died at 10:46 a.m.
We didn’t get to say good-bye.
The doctor told us he might not make it through the night.
The nurse came announcing he died at 3:24 a.m.
We didn’t get to say good-bye.
It seems becoming an orphan at age 54
is much the same as at age 14.
K K McClelland
October 9, 2002
About K K McClelland
The desire to write has been a presence in my life as long as I can remember. The lack of confidence in my ability to write has also been a presence in my life as long as I can remember. My determination to set down on paper all those things I want to write about, that is, family, hopes, dreams, frustrations, sorrows, finally took hold of me when we moved to New Mexico in 1989, and became even stronger after the death of my parents 46 days apart the winter of 1992-1993.
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