One of the hardest things about losing our mom to cancer is watching our dad lose his very best friend. These two have been side-by-side for 50 years and watching them the last few days was so precious. When mom knew she was passing she would talk to us about "going." I happened to capture her holding onto dad, pleading with him, "but are you coming too?" she asked. He reassured her through tears that he would come when he could. They sealed it with a kiss. He hardly left her bedside those last few days. Theirs is the kind of love I want 50 years in too.
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