My dying wife asked me to find my first love as her final wish — when I learned why, my knees nearly gave out.
My wife, Carol, and I had been married for thirty-six years when the doctor told us that her cancer had already spread and there was nothing more they could do.
During the final week of her life, I barely left her bedside at the hospital.
One evening, she squeezed my hand and whispered:
“You have to promise me something.”
I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said:
“Anything, my love.”
Then Carol sighed and said:
“Find Anna, please.
You’ll understand everything once you find her.
