Yes. 20 years to the very day when my wife died of breast cancer. Twenty-past seven in the evening, if you must know, after a 2 day period of lapsing slowly into unconsciousness, while developing that famous harbinger of death, "Cheyne-Stokes breathing" as it is called (look it up) She had become vividly jaundiced a few days earlier as her liver failed, and every now and then a bright yellow tear would appear at the corner of one eye...
I remember so much of even the tiniest detail of that day that it is quite extraordinary.
I remember going out to Sainsbury's at about 4 o'clock, and my brother-in-law looking at me as I was going out the front door, and saying, "I wouldn't be too long, if I were you". I wasn't, and she did in fact just 2 hours after I got back. I spent most (though not all) of those 2 hours sitting on the bed with her, sharing it with our 3 cats, all of whom were curled closely round her, as they had been for many days...
So many memories...
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