The longest of days, the coldest of springs
How deep can your soul be? Is it infinite? Is it willing to take anything that we push onto it, oh so forcefully? How deep is a man's soul really? How much things can you shove down its throat and still get to keep it? 22:00 pm. Dull hum of the emergency vehicle. The driver, stern, trying to make a 2 hour drive fit into 60 minutes. Me, tired, knocked down, staring at my mother's pale face. My mother, asleep, sick, in pain. A pack of souls, rushing towards hope, towards a battle we all wanted to win, but deep inside we knew that we're going to lose. My mother, more than all of us. She was in and out of a conscious state each 20 minutes or so. I felt a sweet syrupy smell in her breath. The smell of her soul preparing for death it seems. I had to hold her hand and stroke her hair to calm her down, just as she did when I was a baby. She was wearing a sweater that I bought her for her last birthday. Oh, the irony. She begged me not to take her to the hospital. Why didn'...