Lord, someone I love is leaving. Slowly. We can see it now.
I am trying to memorize them. The voice. The hands. The way they laugh at the thing only we think is funny.
I do not know how to do this well. I keep flinching from it and then running back to it.
Be in the room when I am there. Be in the car when I am driving home. Be in the conversations we are still able to have. Make me brave enough to say what I need to say while saying is still possible.
When the day comes — and I know it is coming — be the One who carries them across. Be the One who carries me through.
Until then, slow me down so I do not miss what's left. Even the ordinary minutes are sacred now.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.