I will always particularly remember two things he said. Very striking for me.
One was how he would occasionally look at me, wonder on his face, and say, “I never knew I could be this happy. I never could have imagined it [our love] could be like this.”
The other, is how a friend related to me that he had told her (I’m paraphrasing):
“You know the worst thing about cancer? I used to wake up in the morning and the first thing I would think was: ah, my wife. Now the first thing I think is: oh, cancer.”
I love you, my schwee. I miss you. I keep waiting for you to come home. I will wait for you until the day I die.