
I held you in my arms when there was no more life in you. I kissed your head and your feet. Before that, I watched you die. I knew I had to let you go.
Still, I had hoped the day would never come. I had always hoped that I would go before you.
I still cry.
I often relive that day. After all, it happened just months ago. It feels like years. Still, not a day goes by when I don’t remember that day I held you last. I never thought I could do it, but I did. It was my last gift to you.
I held you and gave you those gestures of love that I had given you for years.
To this day, I keep thinking, “Why did you leave me?”