I watched as you were barely hanging on.
I watched as you had one foot in Heaven.
I watched as your breathing slowed, and your movements ceased.
I watched as you had one foot in Heaven.
I laid there with you for your last days and your last moments.
I laid with you as you had one foot in Heaven.
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You had one foot in Heaven, and I was clinging like a child to the one that still remained.
I was holding on as tight as possible, not ready for you to take the final steps.
I was paralyzed with fear and sadness.
I was clinging on to you with every hope to postpone your journey. Longing to delay your trip, to change the timeline of your next adventure.
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You had one foot in Heaven . . . until the moment it was suddenly two. No matter how hard I clung, you slipped through my grip.
You walked off into eternity, both feet in Heaven. Peaceful and free and serene.
You walked off into Heaven, and the entire time, it was leaving footprints on my heart.
Originally published on the author’s blog