Sara felt the sadness in the room like a heavy blanket, holding her down and unable to move. They all knew Sara had battled so very hard to beat ALS/MND and yet she had lost. The tears that trickled down the side of her face were not of sadness but they were tears of doubt. Had she done enough in her life to make a difference? Did she use her time for a greater good? How will she be remembered? Sara thought she knew the answers and yet no cure had come in time.
Sara's children were so consumed with regret because they thought they had more time. Sara had reached out but it fell on deaf ears of the childhood's that had been stolen. It was too late to pacify their fear's, all she could do is say she loved them with her eye's. Sara had to say goodbye using her computer that held her voice from the past. The Eyemax computer held just words and a voice long ago forgotten. Her children could not grasp Sara's forgiveness or of not having Sara's advice . Sara dreaded the grief that will change them
Then there was John who's love motivated her fight. No computer could touch the grateful love she held in her eye's. Sara knew her love had been equaled in his heart by his patience and loving sacrifices. They were given to each other for a short time but a life changing time, gifts from God to each other. He was proud and thankful for the gift of Sara but he knew this was her call, her time, on her terms. He would be okay and continue their fight to educate ALS/MND to the unknowing.
Sara drifted, remembering her living funeral, surrounded by her friend's and family. Their words and memories were still clear despite the haze of her morphine drip. As she took her last breath in this life, her eye's fixed on John's, she was slowly lifted into the next. Someone had said she was gone but Sara felt she was finally free!