Come back to us
Out of the darkness:
Make your way to the light,
All of us are waiting.
My Dad had a massive heart attack from which he never regained consciousness.
No-one ever actually said he was in a coma, but machines were doing everything for him for a few days, then on the Sunday, which was my birthday, he was breathing on his own.
I remember as I held his hand I so wanted him to come back to us out of the darkness, to make his way towards the light where we were all waiting.
But it didn’t happen, and he died the following day.