The Hurry And Wait Game With The 3 W'3

My Dad and I.

We are tired but still the 3Ws hover over us. Watching. Waiting. Wondering.

Is his chest gonna rise again?

Is this his last breath?

When will his last breath be?

I wonder if he hears just some or most of what we say?

It is waiting game. A cruel game. But one we can't avoid.

So, here we sit. 

My Mom napping in her wheelchair beside my Dad.