This time two years ago we spent our last night together in bed. We were both restless, and kept waking up. We held each other all night, which was rare because generally upon falling asleep, as most couples do, we would sleep cuddled up, in our case, usually with his right arm slung over me. But that last night, we literally took it in turns to hold each other. All night long. I can remember looking at the back of him ... his broad shoulders, his neck, the way his hair rested on his neck. I lay there for a few minutes just letting my eyes drink him in. I remember the urge to just hold him tight and never let him go. Fear of losing him flitting across my mind for a moment.
As if we knew.
We were close enough to.
Him and me.
I would exchange the rest of my life, just for a taste of him, once again.
The following day, January 5th 2009 at 15h00, Cliff suffered a fatal stroke. And 12 hours later, he died. My world ended ... literally ... for he was my world.
From March 16th 1956, he was born in Mtarfa (Malta) at this hospital
and in the blink of an eye, on January 6th 2009, at 03h00 ... this magical man took his last breath.
From that to this:
In the blink of an eye.
Even if we'd had 60 years together ... it would never have been long enough.