It was night while you sat in the hospital bed of your husband...he was deadly sick and had 4th stage of cancer

You were sitting in his bed while he said "Shall we look at the moon...my little loon. Why do you cry...?" he asked with his barely noticeable breaths

"Make the most of your life..while it is rife, while it is light..." he told you carassing your cheek and wiping away your tears as you cried onto his chest