I'm lying in bed, Rob is holding me tight, pressing my head to his chest, stroking my hair with his hand and letting me know that it's ok that I'm crying. The tears fall spontaneously down on my cheeks, and drop down slowly, one by one on the pillow.
It's late and I should already be sleeping but I can't. Every night the image of my grandpa lying in a hospital bed, connected to machines and being vulnerable and helpless, makes me sad really deep inside.
My grandpa is the most independent person I know. Just until about a month ago he still went to his clothing shop to work every day. He's 81 years old.
And then in bed, I close my eyes and imagine a long long ray of warm light coming out of my heart and beaming itself all the way to my grandpa in Israel. This ray of light, of energy that I send, is supposed to make him feel how much I love and appreciate him.
I tell him quietly: Be strong! we know you are strong. Show us all how strong you are! and I repeat these words till I fall asleep.
2 comments:
Sorry to hear your grandfather is unwell.
I wish him all the best and a speedy recovery.
Be strong and keep positive. Send him lots rays of light, I'm sure he recieves them :)
Dont give up!
I also wish your family in Israel all the best.
And I really really hope your grandfather will be out of hospital soon.
Sending you a hug.
Sorry to hear your grandfather is unwell.
I wish him all the best and a speedy recovery.
Be strong and keep positive. Send him lots rays of light, I'm sure he recieves them :)
Dont give up!
I also wish your family in Israel all the best.
And I really really hope your grandfather will be out of hospital soon.
Sending you a hug.
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