Her final clear day arrived in early autumn. We sat wrapped in blankets, watching the garden she loved. She thanked me for giving her life color again. She passed that night, leaving behind a letter gifting me her home and savings not as a reward for obligation but as gratitude for showing up through fear, frustration, and fading memory. It was her final reminder that love is measured not in inheritance but in presence — in all the quiet, steady work we do for each other while we are both still here.
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