It was 7:12 when I heard you had left us, the morning frost had barely lifted. Death had decided you were tired, he heard of the good job you've done, and decided that you needed a rest.
Good night, Flower. 10/09/24
"Don't cry love. It's not your burden to bear." He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. "You made it my burden when you said you loved me."