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Because it was real.
Afterward, there was music, laughter, photographs, and a wonderful cake.
And when the day ended, Peter didn’t disappear.
He stayed.
He stayed through treatments, difficult appointments, fear, uncertainty, and every hard day that followed.
Somewhere in that time, friendship became something deeper.
Today, I’m writing this from hospice care.
And Peter is still here.
He sits beside me, makes me laugh when I’m tired, holds my hand when I’m afraid, and reminds me every day that love doesn’t always arrive when you expect it.
I once thought I would spend my final chapter feeling abandoned and alone.
Instead, I found someone who stayed.
I don’t know how much time I have left.
But I know this:
I am loved.
And after everything, that is enough.