She kissed him not knowing what would happen to him through the night. It was late and she needed to be getting home. As much as she wanted to stay around, she was bone-weary and, as I had told her, it would not do him or her any good if she got too tired or even sick. She asked if I would walk her to her car in the parking lot and if I would stay another hour or two and then call her when I was leaving with an update on him. Of course I would do these things.
Before she left, she said, “Good night, W. I love you. Have a good rest.” With tired tears in her eyes, she kissed him goodnight. She turned and I walked her to her car.
As it turned out, this was the last time she was able to kiss W goodnight. Later the next day, he left us. Of course, it was sad for her but she had been through a lot in the past two years. She said she was sadly happy for him and now she could get some much needed rest. I understood.
He had attained the good rest. I prayed for him, too, before he left. I didn’t know him at all – I had been asked in to sit with him and her. It was a privilege. In the hours she and I spoke, I came to know them both very well. Nothing was left unsaid.
I hope he is resting well. And with her kiss marks still on his forehead.