Later in life, I agreed to marry a man with disability — there was no love between us

be as simple as patient presence.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains. On the kitchen table sat breakfast: an egg sandwich, a glass of warm milk, and a note from James:

“I went to fix a customer’s TV. Don’t go out if it’s still raining. I’ll be back for lunch.”

I read the note over and over, tears welling in my eyes. For twenty years,continue reading …