I was in the room because it was Sunday, and he had done church at home for them for a few years since she couldn’t get out. And, you know, I’m a chaplain. And they needed a little church right now.

Decades into the relationship, only days left.

We were talking about her a bit. And about them. Remembering history. Telling stories. They had ice cream every day. Together.

He moved back to his spot at the head of the bed and she opened her eyes. They focused on his.

He talked to her. And then he leaned close for a kiss. She tilted her head a bit to match.

“You’ve always been a good kisser,” he said.

He acknowledged that God is good, too. And that this is hard.

Amen.