Not preying on my mind but I shared my thoughts when my lady asked: "What's wrong?" In short, we are approaching our lives end, one of us is going to grieve for the other. I don't want to be a widower, yet I don't want my wife to endure bereavement. My fantasy, or wish, if you like, is to emulate my late grandparents. Their daughter, my mother, died very young. She was their only child, they were married for seventy-five years until grandfather died. Three months later my grandparents were, I like to think, reunited when my grandmother died.
Should we be fortunate enough to live as long as my grandparents, we too will celebrate seventy-five years of matrimony. It's a thought that fills me with happiness. My wife's advice and encouragement is enough when she said: "We'll manage." I believe her.
