We found out my wife had cancer a year ago. The doctor said nothing could help. I watched the love of my life, my best friend, fade away. Forty years together still wasn’t enough to soak in all her love.
A week ago, Nancy woke up knowing this was the day she would leave. I was there, holding her hand, trying not to blink, trying to steal just a little more time.
Nancy whispered softly, “Don’t call the doctor. I want to fall asleep with your hand in mine.”
I held her, telling her the story of how we met—our first kiss, the beginning of forever. We didn’t regret anything. We were thankful.
Before she closed her eyes, she said, “Hey, boy… You know this, right? I love you forever.”
I kissed her and whispered the same words back. And then, holding my hand, she fell asleep forever.
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