How do I love thee

The hospice nurse and social worker met with me about some questions and concerns I had. One of us mentioned that Margie still lights up when she sees me, then the nurse looked at me, saying, “You know, you light up, too.” First time anyone has said that. I feel a quickening when I see Margie even now in her wheel chair, slumped to one side, looking more dead than alive, knowing she cannot speak. The only expressions from her are holding my hand, sometimes squeezing it gently, sometimes tearing eyes.