Elizabeth Walls: A Short Story

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“Your name is Elizabeth Walls, you are ninety years old and you have been married for 60 years.” Those are the words I told my wife this morning once she rose out of bed full of agony.
And all she replied back with is, “Okay, and who are you?”
“I am your husband,” I told her. As she lay there in the hospital bed, her face appeared worried and she looked as confused as a lost puppy dog.
All of this has left me heartbroken, but I show no emotion towards my wife as I want her to be as comfortable as possible for the last months she spends alive. Her disease was truly unexpected and had been tough for the both of us to understand. Even through all this, the two of us were inseparable and I was never going to give up on her or the life we

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