It was six days I wouldn’t trade for any others in my life. All that mattered was us, our love. We talked about our fears. We talked about Lilly. We talked about God. We read from the Bible and prayed and laughed and cried until our wells of tears had run dry. I’d never known intimacy so raw and cathartic. I’d never felt so inseparable from another human being. “Let me take a picture of you,” I whispered to her. She started to object, but she understood: I wanted to remember this time because, at that moment, I’d never loved her more.
