Letter.
Although I never realy thought it would, the time came when she could no longer be alone in her house. Her sanctuary was now alive with friends, family and nurses. You left to be with her that week and when you retured home I noticed you had aged. Below your eyes you carried pillows of sadness and lines had formed around your mouth like deep valleys of grief manifested on your face. It occurred to me then that pretty soon my face would look like yours. I felt proud. Privledged to be yours; hers. Over the following weeks it was almost as though I could see your heart, exposed but ever beautiful, fracturing. every phone call, every word took your breath and grasped at your insides, twisting them tightly. I felt the pain I always knew would appear but I also discovered the agony of watching your heart shatter while you clutched the pieces in your fist...waiting for unfair reality.