She is dying. He can no longer care for her at home. The doctors said she needed twenty-four hour care, so the painful decision for her to be in a nursing home was not placed upon his shoulders. She's his love, his life, his wife.

She's not been able to eat for some time. Cancer, the treatments...all of it make it impossible for her to keep food down. He is there every step of the way. She's his love, his life, his wife.

"Why don't you go get a nice meal for us and bring it here?" She asks him to do this and he lovingly does, knowing full well she won't be able to eat. Making her happy is what matters. She's his love, his life, his wife.

He comes back to the nursing home, her first night there, with two wonderful meals. He sets them up and sits beside her as she lays in bed.

She looks at him through eyes that see with a vision only love can provide and says, "I wanted you to get a nice meal so you could enjoy it, and we could spend a little more time together."

He's her love, he's her life, she's his wife.

It's not only the day he had to say goodbye to her living at home with him, sharing life with him, being by each other's side, just knowing they're in the same house together, the home they shared both dreams and disappointments as one in...

It's their wedding anniversary.
Ellen M. DuBois, 12-11-11

Dedicated to two very special people I love very, very much.