Life Changer: DKC

It’s at the hour of death when your brain focuses on all the wrong things. I watched him die that morning, and all I can remember is watching the numbers drop on the monitor at an alarming rate until it hit zero. There were no alarms or beeps like in the movie, just silence. I remember holding his hand, I remember my cousin grasping at the sheets, I remember an old friend in the corner chair interrupting the mourning by just simply sitting in the room. I remember a glimpse at the watch to note the hour of passing, I remember no doctors coming in to check.  I remember risking my life to get home to him. I remember 20 hour hospital shifts and sleeping in lounge chairs.  I remember seeing snowflakes and realizing that God gave us beauty at such a sad time. I remember these moments and think of them often, but rarely him as he used to be.