As I knelt, I realized they’d close his eyes- of course they had- and that i would never again see his blue eyes. “I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay, Gus. It’s okay. It is. It’s okay, you hear me?” I had- and have- absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.”
i want to cry
He tried so hard. And got so far. But in the end. It doesn’t even matter.