Last DanceA Story by Daniela DiazYou don't appreciate what you have till it's gone.
After a whole life time of battle i sat at her bedside..
As they approached me to see if i was doing ok i was asked if anything could be done to make things better. I could only say one thing and that was "appreciate" A young women took notice to what i had said and stepped out of the crowd. She looked at me confused and not to sure as to how to response. I walked away and paced my mothers room, looking at all the memories left behind. Going throughout the whole photo album realizing that not many memories were left to look at Then the young women followed me outside and looked at me once again and asked "appreciate? how can that make things better for you." My response to her was simply this "Appreciate what you have before its gone,appreciate those you have in your life.' I then walked back to my mothers room leaving the young women to take in what i had just said I walked into my mothers room before she was taken away and laid next to her and said quietly "To lose you has been the greatest loss and nothing can ever replace. To have so much to say and never get that last warm embrace. I sit here and hold your hand knowing you can't feel mine. i looked at your chest as you took your last breath. Watching life escape from your very body has crush my soul Im here wishing that i could take back time to make everything alright. But i'm here in pain knowing that chance will never be given to me. but i have hopes.... hopes that i will see you again." Getting up from that bed was the hardest thing i ever had to do. I let go of my mothers hand slowly, got up and glanced at her one last time. I then turned around and locked the door behind me. The young women then understood exactly what i meant, Don't wait to long to start appreciating others because tomorrow is not promised... this could be our very last dance.
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4 Reviews Added on October 13, 2015 Last Updated on October 13, 2015 AuthorDaniela DiazChicago, ILAbout"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much to far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.-Joanne Harris Hi i'm Daniela, Im just a 22 year .. more..Writing
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