Then cancer came into our lives.
I stayed beside George through every difficult night, holding his hand when the pain became too much. When the time finally came to say goodbye, the silence that followed was overwhelming.
His favorite chair remained empty. His coffee mug stayed untouched in the cupboard. Even the ticking clock sounded louder in a house that suddenly felt too large.
The winters grew harder. My body felt weaker. And loneliness crept through every room like a cold draft no heater could chase away.
So when Mark called one evening and said softly, “Mom, you shouldn’t be alone anymore. Come live with us,” I allowed myself to believe that maybe life could feel full again.
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