`Irma`, Henry began when the grandchildren had left, `ultimately all those people mean nothing to me compared to you. you are the one person for whom i get out of bed every morning, you and no one else`.
Irma looked at her husband with tears in her eyes `oh Henry` she replied in a trembling voice full of emotion, `for me it is the same with you by my side, i am sure no one is happier than i do`
`than i am` Henry corrected her, freeing the whole conversation of all the spontaneous beauty it had possessed.
He saw his wife roll her wheelchair out of the room immediately and never saw her again.
he died ten days later of sloppy inserted intravenous therapy.
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