After a fall on
the stairs, William could no longer walk on his own.
The doctors recommended hiring a full-time caregiver.
But I refused to leave him in someone else’s hands.
Every morning, I helped him get dressed.
In the evenings, I pushed his wheelchair through the garden.
When he couldn’t sleep, we sat in the kitchen drinking tea until sunrise.
I wasn’t staying beside him because of the house anymore.
I stayed because I loved him.
By the time I reached the final page of the letter, I was crying.
“Laura, I was never angry that you initially married me because you needed security.
You didn’t choose a luxurious life.
You chose a roof over your daughter’s head.
And perhaps selfishly, I used that opportunity to finally have a family of my own.
You gave me five years that became the happiest years of my life.
