I missed the deadline but at least I got to see the prompt!
The delights of knowing the end are short-lived.  Like reading a book in reverse, I've seen my life play out in all of it's joys and pains.  It wasn't knowing how I would die that ruined it for me.  It was knowing how I would live.

I spent every moment of my five year marriage, pouring affection on her, hoping I could somehow change fate.  Still that day came and she said the words no husband ever wants to hear:  "The doctor says I have cancer."

It didn't matter that I quit smoking or that we exercised every day.  Time sloughs along inexorably leading to an end that cannot be changed.

Still worse than that year of watching her suffer was this morning when  I met the woman who would help me to forget.

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