My husband has better genes than I do. Not much cancer to speak of in his line, two very healthy parents. My people, though hearty fighters, are more of a mixed bag, with their share of maladies. They tend to live shorter lives, however fun and full. There are wakes with jokes and drinks.I’m not that 40-something with a sprinkling of socked-away, singleton Florida grandmas who outlived their spouses by entire lifetimes—who spent more years as widows than wives. And I’m relieved to suspect I won’t meet a similar kind of multi-decade, carpeted-condo fate because, well, I’ll be very dead.
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