And as we reflect back on all things and all the stuff and all the ways we loved, we were loved and all the struggles that built us up and all the hurdles we endured and all the good nights and all the good mornings, one thing can stand proud and true. Our hands were held to the very end, our eyes were looking to the other, and the sweet, sweet sleep came with peace, with calmness and with grace and serenity. We left no stone unturned