He looked at that blue light out there in the sky. Felt the carpet under his bare feet. Breathed in and breathed out. Thoughts were heavy in his mind.

The light was on over the stove. A set of knives sat on the counter. He counted them. Never knew how many knives she had till then. And, she used the blades every day to prepare meals for the two of them. She also used the wooden spoons in the drawer which was always off track; never did get around to fixing it for her. Just let it go. Like so many things.

He was the one that found her there in the bed they slept in, held each other, whispered words in the dark. He placed his hand over her mouth and felt nothing, no breath. Put his ear down there and heard silence. A deafening silence. She was gone.

And, they’ll bury her today. She wanted to be cremated, but, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. She had no written will. It was his word she trusted.

The old man told her he was going to have her burried. Said he could never do her harm. She told him, I’ll be dead. He could never accept that.

He looked at the blue light out there in the sky. Felt the carpet under his bare feet. Breathed in and breathed out. Thoughts were heavy in his mind.