I am frightened. I need to be hugged. To be held close by my husband, told that I am loved.
He puts his arms around me. Grateful, I snuggle in. Unfettered now, my tears flow.
I am thinking of our children, ask, “Do we still have life insurance?”
I tell him I love him. Receive no reply.
I say, “We’ve been all right together, haven’t we?”
But he is angry now. “You’re not going to die! You’ve probably got what your mother has.”
Always so sure of himself.
I need to be told that I am loved.