
The rhythmic sound of the ventilator combined with the steady beep of the monitors were hypnotic. Sounds that had become much too familiar as I slept in the room next to his.
‘He can’t understand you,” the doctors had said apologetically when they saw me speaking to him attempting to pour the endless stream of love I felt upon him. I read him stories of healing, letters I had written to him in the sleepless nights, and sang softly in his ear. “He is unresponsive,” they would say as they rubbed their knuckle into his sternum. Continue Reading »
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