Epilogue
On my fifty-fifth birthday that warm and sunny day, I knelt in front of my ex-husband’s grave. It had been five years already. My heart sunk as it always did at the cruel reality of his cancerous death and the heart-wrenching memories we’d shared throughout the years. I’d never been prepared for any of it, but it was God’s will, for whatever reason I’d never understand. While it got easier over time, there would always be a hole in my heart, but I would also never stop loving him.
It was odd, though. Despite how much I loved my ex-husband, I’d never felt as if he were the true love of my life. That was still reserved for Gary, wherever he was those days. It would always be, and no matter how many years it had been since our short-lived but beautiful relationship had ended wit
