Five years after our vow renewal, I sat in a hospital bed holding Dominic's hand as he slept. At seventy-nine, his body was finally wearing out, though his spirit remained as strong as ever.

"The doctor says you're being dramatic," I whispered to him. "That you'll probably outlive me just to prove a point."

His eyes fluttered open, and he squeezed my hand weakly.

"Can't... let you... have all the fun," he managed, his voice barely audible.

"What fun? Sitting in hospitals is not ...