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Before  going to sleep Jen and I used to ask each other what the best and worst  part of the day was. Usually the best part was something like, “When  you walked by me and ran your fingers through my hair,” or, “When we  were at the hospital and you held my hand.” The day after we found out  Jen’s liver was failing we came home with Hospice Care and spent the  evening with family and friends. That night, as we lay next to each  other for possibly the last time, I asked Jen what she loved the most  about that day. Jen thought for a minute then turned and, looking deeper  into my eyes than ever before, Jen said, “I Loved it all.”

The Battle We Didn’t Choose