My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

Not because Margaret hated Oregon.

That had amused me at first.

Eventually she stopped being part of the decision.

I stayed because I loved the air.

The pines.

The cold beach.

The way winter storms made the windows shake.

Claire complained about the rain almost as much as Margaret would have.