His voice on the other side of the line was fragile. I didn't know what words to utter...What would comfort a man who was taking his steps slowly to his death?
Long breaks during our conversation signified emptiness. An emptiness he was filling by his presence in this world. An emptiness which may not be filled by him soon.
At the edge of his life, he was tired. His words trembled. A sob in his throat ached. Knowing the bitter fact that this may be his very last day, he bit good-bye to his niece in silence.
What words would comfort a man who may die tomorrow?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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