Watching a parent die, watching them take their last breath is the saddest thing for any child to see no matter how old they might be at the time. The urgency to prevent it, the desperation to keep them alive is all so emotionally devastating. It issomething that I will never ever forget. It is forever burnt in to my minds eye., and in to my heart. I feel punished in a way. I feel that God has punished me for some terrible sin I must have committed at some point in my life, by making me watch my parents take their last breath. Some days I do feel punished, but other days I feel so blessed by God for allowing me tobe right there, right by their side, holding their hand and for me being able to say that last goodbye.
