You Are My Destiny.

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had been ringing incessantly for the past few minutes. I checked the

this Mrs. Mike?" a gentle female voice as

f help?" My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, but I tri

cy center, and a man was found dead on the scene. We found your number on his phone, and we need you to c

, my loving husband, my rock, my everything – could he really be gone? I felt l

rse's voice broke through the fog, "Hello, are you there?" I managed to st

rse gently unwrapped the wrapper, revealing Mike's face. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I gazed

?" the nurse asked, he

his lifeless body, laid out on the cold metal tray. He looked serene, as if he were merely sleepi

o soundly, so peacefully. Little did I know,

never I stood by his side as he slumbered, he would instinctively reach out and grasp my hand, as if he k

s groundbreaking new theory – the culmination of five years of tireless work. He had been bursting with pride and anticipati

back to me in a pool of blood, his lifeless body a stark reminder of the fragility of life. The contrast b

Mike's passing at 40 years old seemed a cruel aberration, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. The church we had once worshiped together now

d together. Our son, a constant reminder of Mike's presence, seemed a bittersweet comfort now. Everything still felt like

culations, now lay cluttered with the remnants of his unfinished work. The rough sheets, once a testament to his tireless pursuit of knowledge, now seemed a poignant reminder of the p

elf to his work, pouring over equations and theories late into the night, driven by a passion to build upon the foundation

ation. I wept for the potential that would never be realized, for the brilliance that had been extingui

ow much I appreciated his genius and his love. But deep down, I knew it was a futile wish. Mike was gone, and I was le

lences and support. My parents-in-law were among them, and they expressed t

ther-in-law said, her voice laced w

ions. "Why? How can you even suggest that?"

h Mike's father and thought it would be best for me, give

r you to handle, and we

t of Mike, and I need her by my side. We're good together, and I can cope with her h

ght of losing her too. She was my connection to Mike, and I was d

e of 4. But the truth is, I had no desire to marry again. My heart belonged to Mike, and I couldn't imagine sharing m

solace in the routine and structure it provided. I was determined to create a sta

s rushed to the hospital and regained consciousness to find myself surrounded by doctors a

unsure what to make of the term. I had noticed some symptoms - constant headaches, d

ype of cancerous brain tumor that forms from the glia cells in the brain. These cell

ut. Cancer? Brain tumor? The words swi

I asked the doctor, noticin

cancer, and the expected outcome varies from person to person depending on fac

sked, searching his fac

ical solution for it. Considering the level it has spread, I'm afraid your condition has really worsened. You

lt? Death?" I said, my voi

es seemed to cloud over. "How much time do I h

ow long a person may live, but in general, the average surviving

three months left to live. I stood up, feeling like I

l help relieve the pain, and be careful out there. You can't be alone,

mited time I had left. Three months. That's all I had. I left the d