Forever Farewell

I pour the tea, one cup, two cups. I don't know why I bother with the second when I know she won't drink it, perhaps it makes us both feel better.

"How was your day?" She asks softly, perching on the edge of her chair.

I frown, "Work is tiring."

"I'm sorry," She brushed a hand gently over his shoulder.

"I don't mean to complain," I sigh, "Sorry."

"No," She smiled softly, "I want to hear it all." 

"H-how are you?" I am still clumsy in asking.

She gave me a gentle smile, "The same."

I nodded, biting my lip.

"I'm sorry," I finally blurted out, "So sorry."

She stood and came over to my side, "Oh Mi Amor, it was never you're fault." 

"I could have held on, I could have done..." I began, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Nothing, you did everything you needed. You stayed by me, held my hand at the end, and now you care for our son."  She soothed.

"But I miss you," I sobbed, "I miss you, and our son will never know his mother."

She smiled sadly, "But he has you, the best of fathers."

She brushed a featherlight kiss to my cheek, as she began to fade, "You don't need me now, I know you will never let our son forget his mother. I love you Mi Amor, and I love our little one, stay strong for me."

"I will," I whisper promised.

She smiled one last time, a smile full of love, sadness, and triumph, as she faded away.

"And I love you," I whispered.

Suddenly, a piercing cry came from the other room, and I laughed, "Coming, my little man."