55 worder for 55 years

55 wordier in honour of cousin who passed, aged 55

"Hold tight hon, I'll be right back!" he yells over the roaring engine.

Sitting, waiting, unable to catch her breath, panting, each breath getting shallower.
Her eyes widen and then she gasps.

"I have it honey, hold on!"

Shaking her, light fills the dark sky, noise breaking silence.
Leaving the car, she holds Death's hand.