For the hundredth time, I feel grateful that I spent that moment with you. At least now, when I miss you, when I feel troubled, I go back to that night and I could be with you again. Though it makes me so sad when I think about it....
I was showing you pictures of your room, and telling you about the improvements we made while you recuperated. You were looking forward to going home. Your mood was light and calm that night. Calmer than I was, though I tried my best to push my fears away. We talked about the fistula for your dialysis and I told you the good news that we could get the treatment for free. I knew you were worried about that.
I laid down beside you on the hospital bed as we talked, and you put your arms around me. It has been so long since I laid in your embrace. I shared with you my plans for the future. How we're going to make you better. I tried to assure you that everything would be alright.... Or maybe it was you who tried to comfort me that night. To this day, I can't say for sure.... You knew me well. You knew I was just acting brave....
