"I shall not be coming out again. Love you always. God bless."
I kissed her hand and left the sick lady drowning in that warm hospital bed.
Outside the spring sun still shone and the beautiful pink blossom had not withered into dust in the park opposite as a man and a woman are engaged in a petty argument of a materialistic nature.
I think how hospitals make even atheists question their beliefs as I picture my dear friend as she once was: carefree and without pain etched on her face, a million miles from drowning in that warm hospital bed.
I kissed her hand and left the sick lady drowning in that warm hospital bed.
Outside the spring sun still shone and the beautiful pink blossom had not withered into dust in the park opposite as a man and a woman are engaged in a petty argument of a materialistic nature.
I think how hospitals make even atheists question their beliefs as I picture my dear friend as she once was: carefree and without pain etched on her face, a million miles from drowning in that warm hospital bed.
