Images of Ed

I see him lying there, Respirator clicking off and on. Skin so cold, no sign of life... My son, my precious boy, How can this possibly be? I am old, I should be the one dying.. There is no prayer unsaid that night.. The nurse, so compassionate, enfolds me in her arms. I try to carry the image of him as a little boy, Not this aberration, this affront to life. But this picture hides away, often springing from nowhere to break my heart again. My son had a cardiac arrest while jogging..age 34. He is alive and well due to miraculous advances in medicine