I lost count of how many times this (a version of it) was whispered in my ear. “And-a the little hearts-a go pop-pop-pop….” This was the Mark Daves equivalent of a seductive line and yeah, he scored with it.
We lost our romance. Cancer beat it out of us. We had glimmers of it, rarely. We turned into patient and not-the-patient, still a team, but not us.
Mark died six months ago today. Sometimes it feels like he’s been gone for years.
I miss him so. I wish that we’d had the chance (had taken the chance) to have our good-bye.
As it is, there are few memories more precious to me tonight than that last slow dance in the kitchen.