Barbara Abramson

My husband and I have been married for just over 30 years. We joke that we have been happy for most of them.

After 55 years of being by his side every day, being apart was more than she could handle when he became ill.

Four years ago I made a decision that still haunts me. A decision that would change lives forever. His would be ended. Mine would be empty without him. Some will say taking him to Hospice was the humanitarian thing to do. I allowed him to die with dignity.

I struggle with written directions. Reading financial statements stresses me out and makes my head spin. Following a written recipe is a challenge. I look like an early reader with my finger resting on each word.

When I think back, I don’t even remember getting engaged. What girl forgets that?