Before going to sleep Jen and I used to ask each other what the best and worst part of the day was. Usually the best part was something like, “When you walked by me and ran your fingers through my hair,” or, “When we were at the hospital and you held my hand.” The day after we found out Jen’s liver was failing we came home with Hospice Care and spent the evening with family and friends. That night, as we lay next to each other for possibly the last time, I asked Jen what she loved the most about that day. Jen thought for a minute then turned and, looking deeper into my eyes than ever before, Jen said, “I Loved it all.”
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