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It was 2:30 a.m.
when the phone rang. I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward
bad news. Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry. I crammed into clothes
as if I expected this call.
It is only a
fever that won’t go down, isn't it?
Our doctor shook
his head. "...We did everything possible to save him. I held him in my
arms when he took his last breath. Carly, I’m so sorry.”
Settling in beside
my Bob, I held his cooling hand and asked the two words spoken many
times during our years together. “Now what?” This time there was no
response. I was on my own for the first time. When my fingers touched
his wedding ring, I slipped it off and held it in my fist. The gold band
was warm. I clung to him. “Come back to me, dearest.”
Sometimes what you
wish for is more than you can live with.
