The battle is over

Mick intertwines his arm with Rosetta’s, pulling her close within the silence of the lobby. The atmosphere is so sad…so heavy. Jason has not been known within their group long, but already he was a part of it, and now they are losing one of their own.

Cindy falls into Wes’ arms, crying on his shoulder. Her body shakes with her silent sobs as her heart breaks in two. She stands with him unable to speak, unable to bear seeing her son die. She wants to be strong…she wants to know the realization that moving on is necessary…oh, but the pain…it’s almost too much to bear.
She clings to Wes for comfort, finding him as a shelter in the storm.

Prayers rise heavenward in a persistent stream to the Father, begging for time, but honoring His will. If only….if only.


Jason’s chest gently rises and falls under Katie’s head. The room is quiet and still with no whirring and no beeping of monitors. Rain pelts against the window in a steady pace, thunder softly rolling in the distance as if mourning a new loss. The minutes seem like hours, the waiting like a heavy burden of torment…



…But Heavenward requests do not go unheard…




…A warm, rough hand meets Katie’s wet cheek to brush away her tears. Hoarse and low, a mild voice whispers, “I thought I told you not to say goodbye.”