To Be

To Be the Last Person Someone Loved

There’s something incredibly sacred about being the last person someone loved before they went to heaven. The thought alone stops me in my tracks. Of all the days in their life, of all the people they’ve known, I was the one they were loving when they took their final breath. That kind of love doesn’t just fade—it becomes part of your soul.

It’s overwhelming to think that in their final moments, with everything else falling away, their heart was still holding onto me. That kind of love leaves a mark that time can’t erase. It’s more than memory—it’s legacy. And while grief often feels like a storm we can’t see through, this thought is like a steady light: I was loved. I was chosen. I was theirs.

To be loved so deeply, so completely, that even death couldn’t diminish it… that’s a gift few are given. And I will carry it with reverence and gratitude all my life.

Because in the end, what greater comfort could there be than knowing someone left this world with your name on their heart?