Just last week I captured a photo, of his aged hand holding hers, and another one of his forehead pressed up against hers. Two moments with so much emotion. As I took those pictures it made me think back to when I was a patient, and a RN did the same for me. Only in my situation it was to capture birth.
But these pictures, as awkward as I felt taking them, I am sure are ones he will cherish forever. Perhaps it was in taking these picture, that made me view death in a way that isn't just cold, and ugly and awful. Her's was truly beautiful.
The way he kissed her forehead, and reached for her cold hand, slipping off the wedding band he had placed 56 years ago. The way he talked about how he was so relieved for her, how he longed for her to finally feel peace, and comfort, and rest. How selfless he was as he told her it was okay, that he would be okay once she was gone... knowing that he was just seconds away from crumbling to pieces onto the floor, about to loose love, his true and only love.
And as I held the stethoscope to her heart, to confirm what we all knew, he quickly gathered up his pictures and things around the room, slipped her ring on his pinky finger, blew her a kiss, and said under his breath - "always my love, until we meet again..." He looked at me with big watery eyes, and said "thank you so much for being a part of this all." He told me "never stop taking pictures of your loved ones, ever."
I already take a gazillion pictures, 400 for this month already...but I couldn't believe one thing...
I had to sift clear back to Jan 2011 to find a picture, of me and my Mr. together. So today, I fixed that.
I will never tire of him.
This man, goodness, I am so lucky to call him mine.
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