Friday, March 4, 2016

#SOL16: Go Rob. Go, Love. Go.

Rob and Me (Dev took the picture)
From across the room I cannot tell if you are still alive. I feel the press of death here in our home as I exhale with you, perhaps for you. During those 40 seconds when you were not breathing I stood still looking, looking, urging, urging you--Take a breath, Rob! Breathe.

Your breathing is marked by periods of no breathing at all, followed by deeper, faster and raspier respirations. And even though I know your breathing has taken on Cheyne-Stokes respiration, this knowledge does not relax me. Now I can imagine you not breathing, not returning to me.

I have told you it's okay to go. I have been gallant. Correct. But I lied.

Now as we edge closer to your death, I don't want you to go away from me forever. I want you to live, to defy the odds, to stay with me. To stay with our son who is only 17. Just 17 and you are leaving us. We are too sad without you. I know how much you love me and that you would not want me to hurt like this.

And even as I ramble this rant in my mind, I know that I can't stand to see you hurting. I never could even when it was me hurting you. And over these decades I surely did that. Seeing you living in that bed, unable to walk, to breathe with any ease, to sit up without the help of a mechanical bed that raises and lowers your head, your legs. And now, your legs are bird-like. I'm guessing you have lost 75 pounds since August. Your cheek bones are sharp now. The Rob I know is slipping fast away even before your last breath comes.

Go Rob. Go fast. Go, love. Go.


  1. The truth of a beautiful shared love.

  2. Still here with you.....

  3. I hardly want to post but just to say that your sharing in these unique slices of life are hardly readable for an honesty that we all must face. Go well. You have my prayers.

  4. Holding you in a loving embrace

    1. Thanks Deb. How are you feeling? Hope all is well.

  5. Maryann I recently caught one of your posts about Rob and was devastated for you all. I only met him once, but based on the way you spoke of him, I know you two have something special: something that transcends time, space, and being. There are no words to express the heartbreak I feel for you as a wife and mother, just know I am shedding tears for you & pray that you, Devon, and Rob will find peace. Until we meet again...