Someday

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The rain falls and the wind howls outside the house as he stares up into her eyes, watching teardrops glisten and fall in streams down her rosy cheeks. He tries to speak, to tell her he is sorry for what he inevitably will have to do, to say anything, but the searing pain is too much for him, and it is all he can do to remain staring up at her as the disease continues its fatal course throughout his body. So he just lays there, head in her lap as he studies her face, trying to memorize as many details of her as he can, knowing her face would be the last thing he sees before death claims him.
And all she does is stare, completely unblinking, as if she could blink and miss the ascension of his soul into heaven. She clutches his hand, whispering nonsense comforts to him in an attempt to soothe his passing on. The fear is obvious in her eyes, but so is the love that shines from them, filling the cold in the room with warmth as she holds him, her heart breaking more and more with each labored breath he takes.
He begins to feel it, the moment his spirit tries to leave the earth. He struggles, trying desperately to hang on for her, but he knows death will win in the end. He looks at her, tears falling from his eyes as he takes one last, good look at his angel, and, in the moment his struggling ceases, he finally is able to speak.
"I'm... I'm... sorry..." he says, and with those final words, his soul is whisked away, up into heaven where he can finally feel peace.
She sits there, tears momentarily halted for that one moment as she looks up, almost as if she was watching his journey onwards.  Then she stands, gently laying his body down on the floor, walks to the front door, and looks out over the street. Gone is the rain and cold. Instead, the air is still and the sun is shining brightly.
She looks up, and as she does so a dove takes flight, soaring over her with the light of the sun shining brilliantly behind it as the dove leaves her sight. She feels him looking down on her from heaven, her own guardian angel, watching and protecting her in his death like he had done in life. And, in that one moment, tears still spilling down her cheeks, she smiles, free in the knowledge he is in heaven, and comforted by the thought that she will see him again someday.

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