I traveled for an hour to get to their house. All the way there, I kept thinking: What should I say? What should I do? How should I act? This was the first time I visited someone I love, knowing it might be the very last time we could talk.
She is at home now, lying in her room. She can hardly move and can barely speak. It felt heavy and quiet when I walked in, nothing like a busy place, just her room full of familiar things.
When she saw me, she turned her head slowly and gave a weak smile. I forgot everything I planned to say. I felt unsure and sad. We didn’t talk much. Her voice was very soft, and moving was hard for her. Mostly I sat near her and held her hand.
Then I leaned close so she could hear me. I thanked her for all she taught me, for caring, for loving me and my family and for always being there. Then I said clearly: “I love you.”
Her fingers pressed lightly back, just enough that I knew she understood.
Leaving hurt. My chest still feels heavy knowing her time is short. But I am glad I went. I traveled an hour, stayed by her side, and spoke what was in my heart. Even if this was the last time. Saying thank you and I love you was enough. ~ 061426
