the butterfly-light touch whispered against her skin , creating a tingling sensation she did n't want to end . `` the first time for both of us . `` we did n't break up face-to-face . you can die some other time . her husband would tell her to rest , to let him finish her work ; but she refused . once more , he was making her do something new to her . through our struggling relationship i finally saw my father ; the one that helped raise me when i was little . 