Gavin's Flight

Looking down I see, so many struggling, against time, against odds. I feel free, almost floating, comfortable, like flannel. I watch them closely, straining to see past. Why are they so diligent? Why the stress? That must be someone important for so many. I hear orders shouted from the strain. Strange words, all new to me. Intubate, oxygentate, defibrillate, Everybody in a rush. I don't understand. I float, still farther away. Then I see her. She has a red coat, just like mom, and the same brown hair. I think I can smell her perfume. Oh so sweet, like mommy's too., Why is she crying? I can barely hear her whispers,,, "Please,God, no! Take me instead., Just let him live, Please God. Not my little Gavin." I now see the tear streaked face, of the woman who always loved me. Rocked and soothed me. The same face I waved goodby to as I stepped into the street. Then her face fades into the bright white light.