My husband’s final gift to me.
He let me hold his hand after he died until they came to zip him up.
His body got cold, stuff coming out of his mouth, eyes wide open and red
But…
His hand stayed warm and his fingers flexed the whole time.
Tenderly I held his hand until it was time for our final goodbye.
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