Because I'm lucky

In the two days before Scott's passing, his ability to speak became very difficult. He just didn't have the strength to project his voice any longer. He'd been in this position before so we reverted to the tried and true methods of communicating, a notebook.
I have pages of notes from previous hospital stays. Some of his thoughts are very clear but there are some that I simply can't recall what he was talking about.
The morning he died, Scott and I were trying to find a writing utensil that fit in his hand well. He was so tired and shaky that a normal pen just didn't work. Crayons, sharpies (markers), dry erase crayons, pens... we tried it all. Scott had something really important to share with me and had to get it written down.
I'm glad he did.