The pulse rate was normal, only because the heart was under the effect of medicine. The blood pressure told us no lie - it was way too low.
We just couldn't pull our eyes away from the machine even though we were calling out for him to open his eyes and crying/sobing at the same time. Every time we saw an increase in blood pressure, even the slightest bit after every dip, we bore hope that he will pull through and everything will just be fine.
Alas, the graph went flat, there was no pulse reading and the blood pressure was exceptionally high. Out of denial I suppose, we thought it could be some machine problem or the contacts were loose. We called for the nurse but the reply was our worst nightmare - he is going, really going......
Death certified, tears poured by many, but for me, I was grieved to no tears, we call it 慾哭無淚 in Chinese. Containing our own grief, some of us had to help the fainted and rationalise thoughts of the lost ones.
That short two hours or so seemed to have lasted forever. The pain, I know not when it will go off. I think I now know roughly how it feels for those I've "got to know (of)" who have lost their love ones rather recently.
Death leaves an heartache no one can heal.
We just couldn't pull our eyes away from the machine even though we were calling out for him to open his eyes and crying/sobing at the same time. Every time we saw an increase in blood pressure, even the slightest bit after every dip, we bore hope that he will pull through and everything will just be fine.
Alas, the graph went flat, there was no pulse reading and the blood pressure was exceptionally high. Out of denial I suppose, we thought it could be some machine problem or the contacts were loose. We called for the nurse but the reply was our worst nightmare - he is going, really going......
Death certified, tears poured by many, but for me, I was grieved to no tears, we call it 慾哭無淚 in Chinese. Containing our own grief, some of us had to help the fainted and rationalise thoughts of the lost ones.
That short two hours or so seemed to have lasted forever. The pain, I know not when it will go off. I think I now know roughly how it feels for those I've "got to know (of)" who have lost their love ones rather recently.
Death leaves an heartache no one can heal.
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