"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why" – Mark Twain
Forty minutes later, it seems like forty years. The silence in the room is deafening. No one is moving. Noémie's sobs pull on the heartstrings around her.
"I am going to call it...Time of death, 3:15 pm"
I AM COLD
Freezing, an icy numbness, unable to remember what it is to be warm
I AM DEAD
An exact and blunt reality bursts through and a calmness embraces me. I am unreachable.
I AM FLOATING AWAY
In a dreamless state of mind. Remembering nothing...no...that's not right
It is not right, not right at all
I have to remember...remember someone
Yes...she means everything to me...she is who I live for
I will not leave you!
"Doctor?" Noémie whispers, not breathing too loudly, eyes forced into place on the monitor
The people in the room watch the monitor. Disbelief: the word of the day
Beep. Beep. Beep
"Oh my Lord! He's alive!"
I open my eyes and speak the one word that drives me