by Sue DeGregorio-Rosen, RN., CLNC, Contributing Editor
How does one measure a lover’s passing? I muse about the fleeting nature of and the entanglement of being so much in love and what is real to the point of heart piercing pain in a few moments of time.
I saw you fall into the water from the boat. I wasn’t sure why or what happened but I saw you fall. The waters were deep, the day was one of those dog days in the middle of summer.
I swam out, looking for you, and when I couldn’t find you, I screamed for help.
9 Minutes had passed and I knew what that could mean. I knew if you were underwater without oxygen it would only take 9 minutes.
And then the rescuers pulled you out, and you were lifeless. When CPR began I heard sirens screaming in the background, or were those my screams?
You were supposed to be my real life counterpart. We had just begun that journey down that path.
This wasn’t happening……..this strange dramatic shift to the inevitable 9 minutes of time.
9 minutes…….”And as we wind down on the road, our shadows taller than our souls……when all are one and one is all.”