While I was ignorant of it when we first met, Elizabeth was indisputably my soulmate in recollection. My mind spun, my heart crushed, and I felt a deep thrill that I understood was true love. Because we had similar standards, comedy, and ambitions, our relationship developed gradually. She was an inspirational, kind, and modest young teacher with a lovely voice who gave everyone around her a sense of rank.
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In my lorry, we travelled to new places together, counting the coast, wine country in California, and outside. We had ambitions of starting a coffee and bacon shop, driving an RV across the nation, and creating a happy, loving life. I future to Elizabeth on a gorgeous October day with mountains and weeds all around.
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Our future appeared bright at the start of 2016. We were arranging a wedding, and I was following a career to provide for our domestic. Then Elizabeth started to feel sick to her stomach. We found out after tests that she had cancer. We were amazed to learn that she had stage 4 leiomyosarcoma, a rare and voilent cancer that had spread throughout her abdomen. She wouldn’t live, according to the medics.
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Together, we faced it. Elizabeth bore energy, chemotherapy, and surgery while aggressive with grace and strength. We made the most of every day, counting quiet times, date nights, and hiking. We chose to get wedded in her family’s backyard in front of her closest loved ones as her health worsened. It was a lovely, moving day.
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The suppose of losing her weighed heavily on me when hospice care ongoing. Holding her hand as she slid away, I keen every moment to taking care of her. She advised me to go outside and find curative in the wasteland, which she knew I loved, and she made me curse to be alright before she died. “Your cathedral is nature,” she up to date told me.
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I took her ruins and set out on a 12-week, 19,000-mile trip across the nation two and a half months after her transitory. I carried her spirit with me as I travelled through the vast landscapes of Montana, Wyoming, and beyond, as well as the coast of California, the woods of Oregon, the mountains of Washington, and the mountaintops of Canada.
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Even though she was absent, her old jeweler box in the nearside seat served as a continuous reminder that she was never really far away.
