It was the middle of last winter when my husband, Michael, deceased.
On his final day, as the snow quietly carpeted the windows outside, he asked that everyone else leave the room. Our son, relatives, and close friends all completed, leaving just the two of us in that still hospital room. He turned to me, his voice soft but adamant.
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