My soulmate, my other half, my man, my lover, husband and friend.
His eyes were half open. I closed them and kissed them. Knowing I would never watch those beautiful blues turn to charcoal from passion again. I rubbed his cheek, just looking at him. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before I could never see his face again. His middle sister and I sat on the couch. Just looking at him. Talking. Mourning.
I went up the stairs to waken my oldest grandson. He knew the second I woke him.
We just laid there … thinking and mourning.