“I’m just tired, my love.”
“You’re keeping something from me. I can feel it.”
He turned his face toward the wall.
“Please. Just let me hold you tonight.”
Three weeks into hospice care, he asked me something shocking.
“I’m just tired, my love.”
“You’re keeping something from me. I can feel it.”
He turned his face toward the wall.
“Please. Just let me hold you tonight.”
Three weeks into hospice care, he asked me something shocking.