I broke protocol.

Both were declining fast. I couldn’t bear watching them spend their final hours apart. So with the help of two aides, I wheeled Margaret’s bed into Thomas’s room. It was tight. Machines were beeping. But when we lowered the rails and placed their beds side by side, their hands found each other. No one told them what to do. By God’s grace, they passed just hours apart. But they didn’t pass alone. Leave a heart and say a prayer for a love like this.