He Died Watching Me
His ribs cracked under my hands.
His eyes never looked away.
Later, he rode shotgun.
The Bleed that Broke the Silence.
He was the strongest man I knew.
Until I saw him broken, bleeding and calling my name.
The Man Who Would Not Die.
He came back from the dead.
Three times.
For her.
For their unborn child.
For a life unfinished.
When the ER Came Home.
Not every story stays at work.
This was home.
This was my mother.
I Want to Stay a Little Longer.
An elderly man.
A quiet goodbye.
A story that never left.