There is one brief moment of clarity.

A certain look in your eyes.

I know you know what is coming.

For the last week, your eyes were void of intelligence.

I thought you were gone forever.

Lost to the horrible beast eating you alive.

It’s been hard watching you these last days.

You haven’t been yourself in a long time.

Then near the end, your eyes clear.

Your mind is allowed a brief reprieve.

As your eyes settle on me, you sadly smile.

It’s the only goodbye you manage.

But I know you are truly here with me.

After months of tortured existence you are at the end.

I want to cry for you.

Really, I do, but I can’t.

Looking over your ragged body I know this is good.

You won’t have to suffer any longer.

You are going to a better place.

God will take you away after testing you.

You proved your strength in fighting for so long.

After the moment of clarity you close your eyes.

I watch your chest rise and fall slowly.

Gradually there is more time between each breath.

Finally your chest rises no more.

The monitors all flash and beep.

A nurse comes running in and turns them off.

She quietly slips out, leaving us alone.

That was the end.

Nothing romantic like in the movies.

No final “Goodbye” or “I love you.”

Just one moment you’re alive and the next you’re not.

At first I’m afraid to move.

I know that you are better off, but still I miss you.

My heart is torn between two feelings.

One part tells me you were miserable being alive.

The other part reminds me of how I loved you.

Finally I move across the room and take your hand.

Your hand is smooth and warm and horribly still.

So many good memories fill my mind.

The bad ones flow through as well.

Like when you didn’t recognize our family anymore.

Or the days I’d spent worrying about you.

Finally the tears that welled up spill down my cheeks.

I say my final goodbye and walk away.

That was the hardest walk of my life.

I left the hospital and couldn’t bear to look back.

The knowing eyes of the medical staff followed.

I couldn’t bring myself to make contact.

Instead I went to our home and cried.

I cried harder than I ever had before.

Tears poured down my face until there were no more.

My heart was broken.

Yet after a while I felt a sudden warm, happy feeling.

I knew it was you.

And suddenly my mind filled with one thought.

There is no pain or cancer in Heaven.

That was when I truly knew that everything was okay.

It was all right to be missing you.

I just couldn’t let it consume my life.

I loved you with all my heart.

Now I must use all my heart to move on.

It won’t be easy, but I’ll know you’re watching over me.

You’ll be my guardian angel and protect me.

I’m no longer upset with God over this.

I thought He was wrong to make you suffer.

I know now He did it so you’d be free.

Able to rest and never feel more pain in Heaven.

A/N: This is based on real life events. I lost a loved one to brain cancer. It was a long, horrible process and to me the saddest day was when that person called me by the name of my aunt who died in a tragedy before I was born (everyone has always told me how I look and act a lot like her). Reviews are appreciated, but not necessary. This one's more for me than anything.