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He drove out of the car dealership with his new car. The cancer was raging through his body now and all that could be done for him was pain management. This was one of the things he wanted before the cancer took his life. A brand new car. The trip to the Bahamas was the other, he wanted to go, he knew he did not have enough time.

His wife of 40 years had left him. The stress she said "was more than she could take". At times he was angry and irrational. But hell, he thought what did she expect from him? Wasn't she able to realize the emotions he was going through, for God's sake? He was dying and only had a few months left, if he was lucky.

It was hard to sleep at night, the pain and his mind kept him up. She had often complained about it, but she had become so distant from him this last year, she really didn't understand what the cancer was doing to him. As he was beginning to fall asleep he wondered, "Did she really leave because everything had become too stressful, or had she simply moved on to a new lover."

In the morning they found him in bed clutching her picture tightly in his hands, and a note on which he had written, simply "Tell her I love her." Death had come during the night, and his last thoughts had been... of her.