I've often wondered about this expression "the eyes are the window to the soul" but yesterday I think this became apparent. I decided to visit my cousin on his deathbed which was my first encounter with death. As I travelled to his girlfriend's house I thought about what I wanted to say and I had expectations that he would say a few words in exchange.
Well, this was not to be. Time was not on our side and unfortunately the time for talking had past. I walked into the bedroom where he lay on the bed gasping for air and all I could see was his eyes. His empty eyes. He seemed as though he was asleep but his eyes were wide open. His eyes were glazing over and he struggled to cough. His breath was short and he struggled to cough up the phlegm that was building up on his chest. I felt the warm tears run down my face.
My mom asked us to hold hands and say the lords prayer. I cried. I kissed him goodbye. By the time I returned home he went to the eternal sleep.
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