and love comes around once again.
Tragedy brought us together.
Attending Gilda's Club with my dying wife,
Seeming to be the last of a dying breed
with the courage to be present.
Noticed by another cancer patient
whose widowed sister had stood by her husband
until his end.
Another member of the rare breed.
Shaped by hard times and the challenges
of navigating long empty marriages
to raise the people we brought into the world.
Now we fit perfectly,
rough edges ground down,
insights tuned,
ears open,
hearts ready to give
what we have.
The perfect postlude to lives
well lived.
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