As I approach my twilight years, I am struck by the inevitability that the party must end. And one clear, cold morning after I’m gone, my spouse will awaken in the warmth of our bedroom and be struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t “anymore.”
No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more “just 5 minutes more.” Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, or say “I love you.” Continue reading “When I am gone”

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