My son lies beside me. It seems that he is dying. It is morning and the world is alive with colour and movement, the birds, the trees, the sky. Everything here, by contrast, is very still. I watch this interplay of life and death, wishing my life force into my son. It seems we have done everything that can be done, now we must wait and let him decide, let the Source decide. I know this is necessary, I am paying attention, everything inside me is very quiet. I watch, I kiss him, I pray. I do not want him to suffer, my little boy. I pray.