I kissed the top of her head and walked toward the door. I paused. I knew this was it. I turned around to look at her and try to memorize her image, an image I barely recognized due to her physical state.
“I’ll see you later,” I said. “I will.”
Katie smiled a forced smile and nodded. She knew what I meant.
The counter on my phone counts it for me down to the seconds, which, at the moment of this writing is rolling over to 11,472,931.
The counter is one of those little things that keeps me going in moments where I really want to throw in the towel–moments where I’m so desperate for relief that I debate whether it might be worth it to reset that clock. Of course, I’ve reset that clock enough times to know that it’s never worth it.