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

Probably.

Not definitely.

Claire kept pulling me away from absolute language.

I needed that more than I understood.

PART 11 — THE DRIVE HOME

Claire asked me not to drive immediately.

I insisted.

She finally made me eat toast.

Very Claire.

Even forty years later, apparently.