Rafe. Sitting up with him at 4:30 this morning, cradling his
head, bringing water to his lips, wondering if each breath might
be his last, I thought about death.
Every inconvenience, every indignity I’ve imagined he gave me over
the past twenty years is nothing, nothing compared to one moment
more with him. There is not one minute that we’ve spent together
that I would not gladly relive if I had the chance.