My dying wife asked me to find my first love as her final wish — when I learned why, my knees nearly gave out. My wife, Carol, and I had been married for thirty-six years when the doctor told us that her cancer had already spread and there was nothing more they could do.
The hospital room carried the sharp smell of antiseptic mixed with the faint lavender lotion Carol always kept in her purse. I sat in the vinyl chair beside her …
My dying wife asked me to find my first love as her final wish — when I learned why, my knees nearly gave out. My wife, Carol, and I had been married for thirty-six years when the doctor told us that her cancer had already spread and there was nothing more they could do. Read More