Last Moment

I knew this was my moment, I knew I had to try.
I walked to the bed where she lay curled up, trembling, sobbing. I hurt seeing her like
this. Our bedroom was dark, curtains drawn together – shutting the world out.
I sat on the bed by her feet, she didn't look up, she didn't acknowledge me.
I wanted to hug her, to hold her, to take the pain away from her. But I didn't want to
make it worse for her.
Her face was red, her eyes swollen and puffy, her body heaved as she struggled to
breathe.
On the bedside table was a photo of us on our fifth anniversary. My arms where
around her, holding her pregnant belly, her hands covered mine.
I longed to go back to that day, the day we both would never forget.
Next to the photo was a photo of my son, he will be one soon, I'm proud of him. He'll
take good care of his mother one day, I know it.
I looked back at my wife, she only broke down when she was alone or when our son
was asleep, she didn't want to show how weak she was in front of her friends or our
son for that matter. She needed our son as much as he needed her.
I stood up and moved so I was standing over her. I bend down and kiss her cheek.
“I Love You” I whisper softly in her ear.
Her eyes blink a few times, her body stops trembling.
I step away from her. Watching her calmly.
She sits up,wipes her eyes and looks at the photo.
“I Miss You” she says to the picture, then she stands and walks straight through me
and out the door.
I sit on the bed, in the spot she had just abandoned.
Then I start to cry, I'll never be able to hold my son, to teach him how to catch a ball,
I'll never be able to see him grow up, get married...
I died in a war seven months ago...