She didn't ask me to breathe,
But I did. She didn't ask me to listen, But I did. She didn't ask me to remain silent, But I did. She didn't ask me to pray for her, But I did. She didn't actually ask me anything. She couldn't. She was dead. Yet, breath, listen, and pray I did, pausing amidst the silence to hear my heart beat with hers in Heaven. For death, I discovered, is not the cessation of breathing. It's actually just the Beginning.
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