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I remember on the plane how bitter I felt.
Looking around seeing all the drinking, partying, and people having fun.
Why couldn't I have fun anymore?
My sweet little wife sat beside me on the plane,
and was so sick from Chemo that she couldn't think well.
Once back at the airport, she needed to use the restroom.
I had no one with me to help her, so she had to go alone.
I waited for what seemed an eternity and finally she appeared.
She had just forgotten where she was, but I guess the Lord
finally put in her mind to come out and find me.
I sat her down and told her to stay until I retrieved the car.
A few minutes later we were on our way home.
This was the first of October and little did we know
that we only had 10 days to be together.
I questioned all of this sickness but realize by having
known her and seeing how she fought the battle, that
she gave me inspiration to go on even through these 
bouts of bitterness and resentment.  She kept going
until the end of her days.  Even played the organ in 
church a week before she passed.  Even though I miss
her greatly, I'm a better person from having gone 
through these trials with her.

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