Less than three weeks after we got married, I asked if you would attend this course conducted at church called “Writing a Will” with me. We were the youngest couple in the talk.
Morbid? But why.
As soon as we fell in love, I knew loving you each day was stealing a day away from death, that God had just as much picked me from the clutches of destruction as he did you from hell to place us on a piece of heaven, here on earth. I live each day with you, with such a conscious and acute sense of relief and gratitude. Death, is always on my mind- surely, one of us would leave first. And I thought perhaps, it might bring either of us great relief to know what the other wanted after leaving this place.
We have the same conversation over and over:
“Cliff, if you die earlier than me, would you want me to remarry?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Why not?” You grin, holding my cheeks in your palms.
“But why?”
“Because you’d be sad.”
There are tears in my eyes.
“Then if I die, would you want to remarry?”
“No,” you say solemnly.
“Why not? I would want you to.”
“No,” you say, grinning.
“I’m serious, Cliff. I would want you to. It’s only till death do us part. Please say yes?”
” No,” you say severely.
“Why not?”
“Because I would be sad for a long time, to lose someone so special.”
Tears. Just, tears.
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