A room has four walls.
It’s a holding space,
A hiding place,
A sanctuary.
Many things can happen in a room.
Death, for instance.
In room fourteen there was death,
Yes.
I’m sure the walls had witnessed it before.
But on this day they observed so much more:
There was Love,
Laughter,
Support,
Breathing.
There was Singing.
I was there. I heard it.
That room, its walls, guarded a Landslide of emotions…
Sympathy,
Fear,
Sadness.
But also Joy.
I was there. I felt it.
There was remembering happier times.
There was letting go.
There was surviving.
There was darkness…
But also sunshine.
In room fourteen there was death,
Yes.
There was stillness
If not quiet.
But there was also life,
And release;
A gentle fading away.
I was there. I saw him
As he soared toward San Antone.
