The moments that I had with Phil between 16th May and 9th June were some of the most precious of my life. One of the nurses came into my workplace this week when I wasn't there and spoke with a workmate/friend about how fast it was - certainly was that. I remember distinctly speaking with someone an hour after the phone call and sensing the specialness of what I was doing at that point - and that was before I really knew what the following week and month would bring. It was a special to be trusted at the level I was by someone who didn't trust easily. To have moments of connection around emotions of being scared and of frustration. To walk the journey of coming to terms with illness and death. The sharing the moment of going into an unconscious state for the last time. Words don't come anywhere close to expressing the specialness of all that month was.
Precious, important, special, a gift - those are some of the words that speak of some of those moments with Phil during that month.
Moments - they are all we have - each one special and a gift, every one of them.