This story really spoke to me, more than I expected it to. This year, a friend of mine died from cancer. She was only 26 and passed away two days after her 6 month anniversary. Her husband is my best friend and most likely always will be. They had been dating for a few months when they got the diagnosis. Then he did the bravest thing I will ever experience in my life, and asked her to marry him. They got married a few weeks later, and the rest is history. The timing was unfortunate, because I was in school and couldn't spare the time to go to their house. Even when I did, it felt like I was just making up for the lost time when I used the "school" excuse. I only visited them once during the time she was on palliative care, and to this day I torture myself for that fact. Just like the main character in the story, I always wanted to be there when anything at all happened, but just wasn't. Thanks for posting this one, Mur.