Today I met a man who is watching his wife die and it was utterly, achingly sad.

He straightened her head on the pillow and kissed her just above the eyebrow.

Being there with them felt intrusive and clumsy.

He wanted her to lift her lids and show him her blue eyes. Eyes he has seen hundreds of thousands of times over the many years they spent coupled. Doesn't want to stop seeing.

She didn't.

But I hope she does again before she goes.