After forty years of marriage, I thought I knew every secret my husband had. Then he died while visiting his daughter overseas, and when his ashes were finally sent home to me, I found something inside the urn that made me question his final days.
After forty years of marriage, I thought the hardest goodbye I’d ever face would happen with Frank’s hand in mine.
Instead, it came through a phone call from thousands of miles away.
Frank had gone overseas to visit Claire, his daughter from his first marriage. Their relationship had been strained for years, but lately they were calling each other almost every week.
Frank kissed my forehead.
When he told me he wanted to spend three weeks with her, I encouraged him.
“You should go,” I said. “You’ve spent enough years missing each other.”
Frank kissed my forehead.
“Forty years together and you’re still trying to get rid of me.”
“Three weeks, Frank.”
Six days later, Claire called me crying.
“Heartless woman.”
Six days later, Claire called me crying.
“Diane, Dad collapsed.”
I sat down because something in her voice had already told me the rest.
“Is he in the hospital?”
There was a pause.
I don’t remember much after that.
“No. He’s gone.”
I don’t remember much after that.
Claire said the ambulance had come quickly. She said there had been nothing anyone could do.
I started looking at flights.
“No,” she said. “Please don’t.”
“Please let me do this for him.”
“What do you mean, don’t?”
“There’s nothing you can do here. The hospital paperwork is awful, and you’ll be alone while I handle it. Let me take care of Dad.”
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