As I lay down in my bed, scenes of my life flashed before me. Every scene Kevin was always there. Why did he have to die? I relived every scene, from when we first met, to when he proposed to me, and to when he passed away. That was 3 years ago, I am now 82, with 4 children, and 7 grandchildren. I cherished them all.

I lived alone in my dream house Kevin had bought me. I loved this house. I’ve always wanted a house like this. Now I had it, but I didn’t have Kevin. But I would shortly. I was sick, very sick. A virus took over me these past years, and I didn’t have a chance of living. I didn’t want to live. I only lived for Kevin and he was gone. So when he left, he took my life.

I looked through an old shoebox I had and finally found what I was looking for, it was Kevin’s ring, the one he bought when we went to the mall and he fell in love with it. I bought it for him at Christmas, but before he died he gave it to me. I slipped it over my finger and I held his cross necklace in my hands. I closed my eyes and I knew my time was over. I would finally be back with my love.

“I’m coming Kevin.” I whispered and I took my last breath. I saw a white light and at the end, I saw Kevin. We were both young again. I was 28, while he was 29. He reached out his hand and smiled at me. I grabbed his hand and as we walked through the white light he pulled me to him. He whispered in my ear.

“I missed you.” Right then at that instant, I knew I was home.