" No it can't end this way. I won't let it!" I screamed as my husband began to close his eyes, "You have to fight ******, you have so much to live for! we both do!" His eyes began to flutter closed, "No! Please! Stay here! Stay with me! Don't go!"

He smiled gently and his eyes fluttered open.  He tenderly grabbed my hand, but his normally strong grasp had turned into a weak hold, worrying me further. "Darling, please, don't yell. I love you. I always will. But it's my time...and you know it. Can't you feel it? The earth is calling me back sweetheart, and I must answer.", I began to sob and pulled him closer to me,

"No! I can't accept it! It's only been two years!" My husband smiled, getting weaker by the second as the earth pulled the life from him. "Yes. Two wonderful years. That was all we were ever going to get sweetheart and you know it. Do me one favor, before I go?" I pushed back the tears and put on a brave face, even though I was truly dying inside now.

"Anything, anything, Darling."

He drew in his last breath and said his dying words, "Never...Forget, Don't forget that life is fragile. and that I...love...you", and then, he stopped breathing.  But I continued to hold him in my arms, sobbing into his chest, "I'll never forget, I'll never forget, never, never..." and as my voice trailed off into incoherent sobs and screams I knew one thing, if you forget, if you pretend you have all the time in the world. You won't fight, when your time comes, you won't try to keep yourself alive in others.

Whether it's through kindness, or strength, or love, or compassion, the list goes on and on. I'll never forget, but will you forget? Well. Will you?