It's a cool spring morning, the air is crisp, but missing the chirps of newborn birds. A small room bathed in white, the sun barely making it's way through the open windows. The light from the sun quickly fading behind clouds, and a chill sweeps around the crowded bed. Everyone in the room is wearing warm bright clothing, a stark contrast to the grim faces all around. All eyes were set on one man, laying motionless under the sheets that seemed to weigh so heavily against his body; pushing shallow breaths from his worn lungs.
Looking towards to my only daughter closest to my bedside, I call out with all my strengh through frail whispers, "Please... come closer, Cecilia..."
She huddles closer to listen in, tears streaming like streams from her eyes as she tries to hold everything in; afraid she would miss what might possibly be my last words.
I take a deep breath.
My last breath.
And it all unfolds.
Dickbutt.