Once you got the death sentence, you said there was nothing we could do about it.
But you didn’t die that Christmas, and you didn’t die that spring.
And we got Christmas with the family.
And we got spring in Florida.
And – in between hospital visits – we got summer at home.
We got time with friends.
We got time alone.
We got sunsets and wine and pizza.
We got Sunday mornings in bed.
We got afternoons in the park.
We got evenings of hand holding side by side.
We got nights of conversation and cuddling.
Once you got the death sentence, we got some extra time
To say goodbye.