She struggled through one more month. The morning when her pain finally ended, I’d bathed her and even put on a perfume that she liked. After days of incoherence, she startled me by suddenly observing, “That’s not deodorant I smell!”
“You’re right, that’s the Vera Wang I got you for Christmas,” I told her.
“That was a winner!” she cried happily. Those were her last words to…
