Last Call

They asked me 
whether or not 
she could still hear... 

So I held my phone 
patiently against a 
dying woman's ear...

December 12, 2020October 24, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Death, Dying, Family, Nursing, Poetry 24 Comments

24 thoughts on “Last Call”

Oh its touching.

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Anonymously Hal says:

Dec 13, 2020 at 9:13 pm

Thank you

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Just been through that same sad scenario.

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Anonymously Hal says:

Dec 13, 2020 at 9:14 pm

😥

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This bring tears in my eyes….sending you love & beautiful vibes ❤️🖤

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Anonymously Hal says:

Dec 13, 2020 at 9:14 pm

Thank you Navin ❤️

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- Navin says:
  
  Dec 14, 2020 at 12:56 am
  
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Heartbreaking beautiful, as always 🥺🖤

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Anonymously Hal says:

Dec 13, 2020 at 9:14 pm

Thank you Wardah ❤️❤️

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- wardah says:
  
  Dec 14, 2020 at 7:29 am
  
  Of course ❤
  
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You broke my heart 😕😢 I recall one of my last call now 😢😢 I miss that strong soul…. today is 41st day without him… short and deep Hal… only words could express emotions, sometimes words are not enough 🖋️

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Anonymously Hal says:

Dec 14, 2020 at 3:53 am

I’m sorry for your loss Simon 😔❤️
Thank you for your words ❤️

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- Simon says:
  
  Dec 14, 2020 at 6:00 am
  
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Ugh…
The most sad yet the most powerful thing I think I’ve ever read.
Knowing that it’s written from experience just makes it all the more intense.
🖤🖤🖤🖤

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