Mrs. Shannon Hope A. Castillano
I TOOK a deep breath. I knew--for hours, I have been stopping myself to tear up as I stared at him lying on this bed, containing a pearly white sheets, a pillow that I personally bought for him and a comfortable shirt instead of wearing an ospital gown. I just don’t like it eventhough it was new and came from a well-known hospital in the Philippines and or asia.
My heart lifted up everytime I would took the wet piece of a cloth and make a soft wipe on his skin--on his hand, cheeks, neck, chest, arms, legs, thighs--almost all over his body. I was always alone whenever I had to change his clothes and or I had to clean his up.
For two days, I barely knew how to put on a smile for every person who would visit us--him and would say that they will pray for hi
