Grace held her husband's hand as he lay on the hospital bed. The faint beeping, noise of machines, and nurses felt muffled, like TV static just out of ear shot. She thought of their life together, and the day she met him, when they were both kids playing on the street. She remembered their wedding, how hard it rained when they stepped outside of the church. She remembered how he looked at her after she gave birth to their first child. The love and pride in his eyes. Now here they are years later, and she watches the man she loves slowly succumb to age. His eyes flicker open. Looking up at her a smile drifts across his weathered face. "My love, you're here.", he whispers. "Of course I'm here, I wouldn't be anywhere else." She replied, trying not to let her emotions betray her. "I was just having the most lovely dream." He said, "Remember that song you used to sing to Jacob? The one about the flowers." "I remember it," Grace said, "It was the only thing that would get him to sleep when he was sick as a boy." He smiled again "Yes." He paused a moment then looked up at her, "Could you sing it for me love? It's been so long since I've heard you sing." Grace had to fight back tears as she smiled down at her husband, "Of course darling." He closed his eyes and leaned back as she started singing the soft melody. It had been quite some time since she sung it, their boy had been a baby, but she remembered every note and word. Their life together played through her mind as her voice filled the small hospital room. The joy, the love, the good times and bad. She thought how she would do anything to go back and do it all over again, with him. As the last note left her lips she looked down at him, the small smile still on his now lifeless face, and she began to cry.
