I was pulled deeper and deeper into the familiar pool of darkness. I didn’t want to go but it was peaceful and painless.
I heard Seth’s voice talking to me, pulling me back to life.
I felt how I was pulled forward landing at a gate, through it I could see the bed where I lay.
My eyes strayed to Seth’s muscled body next to my bed.
I wanted to let him know I was still kicking; it took all the energy I had to move my finger.
I wondered how our baby was doing inside me, was she still breathing even though I couldn’t?
I felt how I was slipping away from everyone I loved.
Vaguely I heard the first cry of our daughter, it brought me happiness.
I knew I could go now, the fighting exhausted me.
Just one more thing to do before going.
Just one more kiss from my husband, asking one last request was all I could do.
My soul was slipping, the harder I fought to stay alive, the more determined the pull became.
I didn’t have much longer now.
©2012 by Monica Coetzer