A Man Divorced His Wife After 35 Years of Marriage When She Became Seriously Ill – A Year Later, His Best Friend Brought Her a Box and Said, ‘He Wanted You to See This Only After You’d Recovered’

I’d never seen it; Randall barely remembered his childhood visit.

Last spring, we started planning our first trip to the ocean.

I’d never seen it; Randall barely remembered his childhood visit.

“Five days,” I told him, showing him pictures of a rental cottage.

“Five days without your garden?”

“The tomatoes can survive.”

Two weeks later, I went to the doctor about pain I’d been ignoring.

“What about me?”

“You can come if you behave.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

I booked the cottage with savings from my part-time bookkeeping job as our anniversary gift.

Two weeks later, I went to the doctor about pain I’d been ignoring.

Randall drove us home. He held my hand at every red light.

The tests led to more tests. Then my doctor said the word cancer.

I barely understood anything after that.

Randall drove us home. He held my hand at every red light.