My Terminally Ill Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish – When I Learned Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

Thirty-six years of marriage had somehow come down to this small square of light, a hospital bed, two chairs, a window showing nothing but darkness, and the woman I had loved for most of my adult life.

There had been houses and holidays.

Arguments about money.

Christmas mornings.

Long drives.

Bills.

Birthdays.

Sunday breakfasts.

School concerts.

Family funerals.