For thirty-seven years, I was Patrick Miller’s wife.
Our marriage wasn’t romantic in the way movies like to pretend. It was made of routines—morning coffee, shared bills, quiet dinners, arguments that faded into silence. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. I believed that whatever happened—illness, age, hardship—we would face it side by side.
The end came in a family …
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