And she wants me to be there, just to hold in her hand. I need to tell the truth, that I don’t know what’s happening, that she might need to leave tonight. But she says that heaven can wait another year, and I believe her, because as long as I feel the pulse in her wrist when I hold in her small hand, I believe in every power in this world, something that I never done before.
If there is something that might make her pain go away, I will pray every single day.