"Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back..."
"After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that. Being the survivor stinks."
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