Between Life and Death
His broken heart š was breaking my heart ā„ļø
It was just a few minutes of my life. Five, maybe ten minutes at the most. But those few minutes are minutes that, until now, I had no words for. I think God has a way of protecting us from certain things at times, perhaps because my soul couldnāt bear it all at once. But nothing happens in this life without a purposeāat least thatās what I believe. The minutes I am referring to are the minutes in-between the time that my husbands heart stopped when he was right beside meāuntil his heart miraculously started beating again. This was his third major heart attack and up until now the only description of those moments I could give would be of incoherent silent prayerābut it was prayer that not even I could understand or comprehend. It was a prayer in some strange, unknown tongue that only God could interpret.
My reality was on auto-pilot, and I was just along for the ride. Iāve heard of the term āpurgatory,ā but I never gave it much thought, mainly because I didnāt see the need for it since itās nowhere to be found in the Bible. But thatās exactly where I ended upāI was in purgatory. That place of waiting. A place thatās in-between worlds and in-between life and death, black and white, yes and no, love and hate, Heaven and Hell. The world stopped, yet whirled by me in an instant.
I remember a voice telling me that I might want to wait outside because I probably didnāt want to see what was about to happen. I remember thinking that I couldnāt just leave, and where would I go? I had nowhere to go. I was already on the other side of the curtain, already farther away than I wanted to be. I remember seeing the faces of concerned family and friends through the tiny glass window to the waiting room. I thought I should tell them something, but what? I didnāt know what to say to myself. Those minutes passed and finally I was told that they shocked his heart back into rhythm, but they had to get him to Western Baptist as quickly as possible. Thatās when reality kicked back in and I curled up in the floor outside of his room waiting for them to let me see him before they loaded him on the helicopter. My body was limp and weak and my mind was exhausted.
Everything in my life that Iāve worked for and hoped for came crashing down in an instant. Life is Precious. Family is precious. Love is precious. Donāt take for granted all the little things that arenāt little when you're standing in purgatory faced with the possibility of losing them forever. So if thereās someone you need to say āI love youā toāsay it! If itās somebody you say it to all the timeāsay it again! Donāt be afraid to say Iām sorry. Iād rather live with knowing that I was wrong, than live with regret because of pride. Your chance could be taken in the blink of an eye. Donāt put it off... Just DonātāI promise you wonāt regret it.
Thanks to God and the good doctors and nurses He put in our path, my husband is alive and well!! Gratitude and kindness are two things that are free and will make you rich, maybe just rich in character, but still rich!!
About the Creator
Dream Star Annie
Iām a humanitarian, philosopher, rock star, empath, starving artist, visual storyteller, writer and poet. Iām a dreamer, although Iāve also experienced awakening to a higher level of consciousness....
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