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A hypothetical fear of course, one with my wife who I've been with for 15 years now.
One day, maybe hopefully 30-50 years in the future, my wife and I look back and think about how good our lives were. We raised happy and successful kids. We bought a house. We had dozens of pets. We celebrate the end of our life together. But she doesn't make it.
And I have to spend the final years alone with memories of her. Two controllers. Two spoons. Two of everything for decades. Now just me.
And Never being able to explain to the rest of the world how amazing she was.
I'm so terrified that my wife will go before me...
But I also don't want to let her down by going before her and making her live her own last days/weeks/years alone....
Love is so difficult