This Was My Temporary Home

I held the girl in my arms feeling helpless as the tears poured down her face and sobs ripped through the otherwise silent room. No one was making her feel better by saying that death was better than laying in a hospital bed and suffering because she had expected him to come home at the end of the suffering. And so, speaking clearly at her ear that was covered in the hair I was trying to keep off of her hot, wet face I told her, "It's going to be okay... He's finally home. One day, that's where we'll all be; home, together the way we belong."