No.115918
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No.115931
A week ago, tonight, Kate and I sat down with a plate of oysters. Something we frequently did on Friday evenings - oysters are a buck a piece at Whole Foods on Fridays - often accompanied by another seafood dish. Last week I made scallops with grapefruit and blood orange beurre blanc. I raised my glass to her and she hers to me. A light clink. “I love you, Kate”, I told her. “I love you Harwig”, She responded. The same refrain we’ve had before meals throughout our thirty-two-year marriage and seven-year courtship. Last week we knew our time was short.
On Saturday neighbors brought us cafeteria tacos. You know the ones, hard shells with spiced hamburger filling. Kate loves those things; I just love to eat. I raised my glass to her, and she raised hers to me. “I love you, Kate.” “I love you, Harwig.” We knew our time was shorter.
Sunday, at Kate’s request, I made mushroom and lobster risotto. She was too weak to rise from bed, so I brought it to her on a bed tray. We raised our glasses, both filled with a nice Chianti. “I love you, Kate.” “Back atcha Harwig.” That night I lay beside her, rolled on my side, and put my arm around her in our bed for the last time. Our time was coming to an end.
On Monday hospice arrived with a hospital bed and breathing assist equipment. That night I ate leftovers at her bedside. She was slipping in and out of consciousness and in one of her moments of lucidity I raised my glass to her. “I love you, Kate.” I said. “I love you, Harwig”, she slurred back. Our time together was nearly over.
Tuesday Kate passed away at dinner time. Our time had come to an end. “I love you, Kate”, I told her.
Tonight I ask that you eat fine food. That you drink good wine. That you raise a glass to Kate, but more importantly to the one you love. Tell them you love them. Say their name. Reach across the table and hold their hand. Kiss them like you were teenagers on a second date. Turn on your favorite music, embrace them, and dance slowly. I promise you that at the end, while you may have many regrets, this will not be one of them.
I love you, Kate.
Tim
No.115943
>>115931based grim reaper killing faggot woman
