Slices of Life The best of times in the worst of times

This could be a difficult time of year for me. It might be.

A year ago, we were discovering my husband was gravely ill. We were on vacation when he entered the emergency room of the hospital - alone. It was during COVID. No visitors were allowed.

Then, nine days later, we learned he could very well die. The doctor called me personally to tell me this news. She was kind. She didn't like being the messenger. But she vowed to smuggle me in that very night.

And she did.

I got to see him, for the first time in nine days. We hadn't been apart for that long in more than 30 years.

He wanted to come ho...