A dear friend of mine, while we were walking, asked when was the last time you had fun. I thought this was an odd question since she knew what we have been through these past years. We walked and I started to think when was my last fun. It will surprise you that the best times were the last four years.
It was not the trip to Williamsburg, or to the beach, or to New York with Joe, or to Europe. It was the last four months of Joe's life. We laughed, we hugged, we read and we spent time on our bed just talking. We took care of each other. Those were happy times, and sad times; but it was embracing each other, loving each other and finding the strength to go forward.
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