Please let me share this with you.
Someday I will share the following story with my family, but for now I would simply start crying if I attempted to relate the story. I have found putting it into words helpful and I read it to myself often.

A Kiss on the Eye
As Janice and I were just beginning to date, one of my early memories is of her kissing me on my eye. I recall being over at the little house on 5th street. I am not sure of the circumstances, but I had fallen asleep on the sofa. It was the sofa in the main living room and I recall it was daylight outside. As I slept, or kind of slept, Janice came into the room and ever so softly, without saying a word kissed me on my closed eye. I was aware of this as she did it, but I pretended to remain asleep. It was at that moment I first thought, Oh My! This girl is really special!
Now, fast forward thirty two plus years later. I am sitting at Janices bedside, it is the middle of the night and she is dying of cancer. She has been unresponsive all day, and I know the end is just days if not just hours away. I have been told the sense of hearing is the last go, although unresponsive, I continue talking to her. For some reason I recall the kiss on the eye she gave me at the beginning of our relationship those many years ago. I had never spoken to Janice of my remembrance of the kiss, it was just something I had kept to myself. I proceeded to tell her the story, not knowing what she could hear or feel. As I came to the end, I knelt over and gave her the softest kiss I could, muster directly on her closed eye.
Janice passed two nights later. When she passed, I was sleeping in the bed next to her, unaware of her final moments. She had not moved even the tiniest little bit all day, but when I found that she had passed, her head was turned in my direction, and she had an ever so slight smile on her face. I will never know if she was able to hear or feel our last kiss, but I will remember and cherish it forever.
Our story ended the same as it began. A simple kiss on the eye.