When He Can't Breathe

Nov 30, 2022

I open my eyes and he is standing by the bed, his shoulders drawing back with each breath, his mouth open. In the dark, he reminds me of a fish up on the grassy bank. “Dad,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I . . . can’t . . . breathe.” I sit up and sigh. It is 1:45 in the morning. Leo is our fifth child. We have been here before.

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Nov 30, 2022Liked by Shawn Smucker

I saw every moment, heard every sound, felt every breath and chill- then wondered the same. Who will be there for me? But the Lord.

Thank you~

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Nov 30, 2022Author

Thanks, Ron.

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Dec 3, 2022Liked by Shawn Smucker

Beautiful, thank you for sharing!

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Dec 6, 2022Author

Thanks, Cathy.

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Kristen McGinnis

Nov 30, 2022Liked by Shawn Smucker

So good, this brought so many memories to the surface. Thank you.

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Nov 30, 2022Author

Thanks, Kristen.

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Wonder Between Worlds

Nov 30, 2022Liked by Shawn Smucker

This was beautiful.

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Nov 30, 2022Author

Thank you, Emily.

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