39. talk of the dead

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Reny lay next to me for many hours today. We just talked and laughed, I don't think I've ever felt so happy in my life. He wore a mask but I could still tell when he was smiling, those ears of him.

It wasn't until it got somewhat dark did our talk change from happiness stuff to things that I kept deep within me.

I told him I was dying.
He lay still when I did.

Reny told me his mom had died of cancer when he was four, she was single parent and his grandmother said she was the only there to hold her hand.

He told me he wanted to make sure no one went without someone holding their hand.

Somehow, I grew the balls to silently, gently and slowly slip my hand under his.

He held it as we lay there.

I cried when he spoke next. His voice was gentle and kind, "You know, Neena, everyone is dying. You're dying, I'm dying. I guess you're lucky now because you know when and that makes you're whole existence more meaning. It gives you purpose."

I shook silently as I cried. He didn't hold me, say or do didn't anything.


But he held my hand.
I don't think I've ever felt so loved in my entire life.

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Lol I'm crying.

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