I love you

"Yes, what is Bob doing?" These were almost her final words. Yesterday morning, Bob was trying to lower the guard rail on the bed and having a hard time of it; shaking the entire bed. "What is he doing," she asked. Holding her hand, I looked at her and said, "Huh? Do you mean what is Bob doing?"

This morning she was awake again, but not like the day before. No smiles and hello when she saw me. Just a little scream every thirty times she exhaled a minute. Bob was holding her hand and he said, "I love you." And she said it back to him.