The Day Super Man flew Away
No red boots. He didn’t wear a cape. If you saw him you probably wouldn’t have recognized him. There he laid, Superman. He was unconscious. A variety of tubes hung out of his mouth and flanked his body. His eyes were closed. His body was still. There he laid, Superman. There was a deep sadness in the room. We had all been touched by this man and now he lays still. Everyone was standing around him, friends, family, and now doctors who began to fight back their tears. Also present was the sound of the heart monitor. Artificial and methodical as it fulfilled its duties. He stood 6’3 and weighed 350 pounds. And now I stand looking down at him. “Are you ready?” the nurse said. She could barely look at my mother as tears filled her eyes. “Am I making the right decision, I need to know I’m making the right decision?”… My mother was about to make the hardest decision she has ever made in her life. The sobs grew louder. My mother turned to the nurse and nodded her head. The nurse wiped her tear from her eye and proceeded to disconnect the life support machine. My tears rained as I hugged my father. I couldn’t understand how this happened. The sobs could not drown out the sound of the heart monitor. 3 beeps. 2 beeps. 1 beep. Tears fell on my father’s chest as Superman flew away.