Here is this week’s photograph and my story:
After a lifetime of problematic decisions, I sat here at his bedside. My one perfect choice.
We held hands and gazed at each other. Sometimes he smiled at me.
“What are you smiling about?” I asked.
“You always say you like the way my face brightens up when I smile,” he replied.
“I didn’t mean you have to smile when you’re dying.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” he assured me later. So him. Wondering how to soothe me.
And we spoke back and forth this way until he passed to the other side. I wanted to run after him. I watched him cross over.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy!