But that's all right with me.
A funny thing happens when your husband dies.
Not really, I just like the idea of starting something heavy with a lighthearted joke. Anyway, if you missed that opening line, my husband died. Which makes me a widow, and makes our child 50 percent orphan.
Aaron and I were married for three years, and even though that is about 47 years too short to get a really great party thrown by our grandkids in a church basement, we completely nailed our vows. Sickness? He was diagnosed with brain cancer before our wedding! Health? Um, I was healthy? He had brain cancer. 'Til death parts us? He died in my arms.
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