We sit in silence for hours. A memory surfaces, we visit it briefly, then retreat to the quiet. What's left to say? I'll miss the warmth of his hand, the feel of my face against his chest. 
Darkness swallows me. Things are left undone. Friends ask to help, but I don't want the outside world to invade this precious time together as one. I fret! Will God grant us more time? Will our family wait too long to love once more? Days seem to race by and I can't stop time.