My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both
had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If
you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold
and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky.
Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them
gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind
even after all these years.

I hope they spent those last few hours well. I hope they
didn’t waste them on mindless tasks: kindling the evening
fire and cutting vegetables for dinner. I hope they sang
together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our
wagon and spent time in each other’s arms. I hope they lay
near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I
hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until
the end came.

I hope one day my wife and I can be like this. Being at peace with each other. Learning to love one another despite our weaknesses and flaws and ability to change like the wind.

To dance. To Sing. To say sweet nothings to one another. To lay near each other until eternal rest comes do us apart.