My Sweetheart Boards The 'Express'

(Imagery reflections as I experienced the departure of my beloved wife)
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I’m feeling a little drowsy, yet I see the train station through my window.
A magnificent train, powered by a gigantic steam locomotive, has just arrived in all its glory---it must be the 'Express' bound for the same destination that my sweetheart and I headed to on the 'Local' that makes many more stops along the way to the place called “HEALING”. 
Memories come flooding forth of times when my father took me on train rides and at train stops much like the one I am now observing. We would deboard and go for walks to stretch our legs or buy a goodie. One time we wandered too far and the train was preparing to leave without us. Luckily, we were at the front of the train and my dad was able to catch the eye of the train engineer and we were able to reboard.
I turn from the window to tell her about my remembrances --- but she isn’t there.
With a powerful burst of energy, steam and smoke the 'Express' charges forward and I can see those passengers moving away --- and now I see her with them!!!
Somehow I know she is desperate to reach our destination quickly because of her pain, but also that she would be waiting for me there when the 'Local' arrives.
I just thought we had more time, but she had been hiding her failing health too well.
I also suspect that boarding the 'Express' is by invitation only.
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{Psalm 90:10/ "The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away."}