At 67, I Took My First Trip to Malta and Chose to Say “Yes” to Everything – I Never Imagined I’d Find Love Again

had died beside me.

Cancer took him slowly.

I fed him soup when he could no longer hold a spoon.

I washed his hair.

Changed his sheets.

Slept in a chair beside his hospice bed.

On his final morning, he squeezed my hand and said, “You were the best part of my life.”

I believed him.

Maybe I still did.

That was the cruelest part.

“Why did it end?” I asked.

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