"I can remember the day quite clearly," said Elijah. "We were getting ready to go out to dinner when she got the phone call. It was her doctor." He paused for a minute, and I saw a tear begin to form on the corner of his eye. "That was the day that we were told about her cancer." He leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the cieling. I didn't expect the interview to go in this direction and I didn't know what to say next. I didn't have to say anything, as he continued. "And being the kind of person that she was, the first thing she asked me was to pray with her. It must have been hours that we just stayed there, praying. I'll never forget her soft voice as she whispered her heart. I'll never forget the tear drops that landed on my forearm and the soft touch of her hand in mine. That was the day." To Be Continued