By Krystyna Fedosejevs
He forced himself to look at her face.
As was often the case, he didn’t know what to say. Yet, this time the wording had to be right.
He recalled their partnership. How effortlessly she spoke while he stumbled. How her strength projected beyond words like when she cared for his ailing brother despite the feud he had with him. She, who inspired him to build confidence during his unemployment.
Today, he found himself milling through phrases, mindful of a time limit.
“I will always love you,” he blurted in the end.
He felt her approval as the coffin lid closed.
This was moving and powerful. You captured the kinds if thoughts that can go through your mind at such a time.
I get the feeling that he chose the perfect phrase. Nice story.
Another of what I call bittersweet stories. The brief scene you describe is haunting, and lingers long after it has been read.
Loved the tenderness of this and his taking time to think about all that. Truly remarkable little story. I applaud you.
Thank you Cat, Scott, Bobby and Jo for reading. I appreciate your comments.