No One Came to My Husband’s Funeral. They Were All at My Sister’s Engagement Party.

pain made him short-tempered.

“You shouldn’t have to do this,” he said one night as I changed his sheets for the third time. “You should be out living your life, not playing nurse to a dying man.”

I climbed carefully into bed beside him, mindful of his frail frame. “This is exactly where I want to be,” I told him, meaning it with every fiber of my being.continue reading …