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Hi. I’m Eleanor. I’m 90 years old, and I’m writing this because I still can’t quite believe it happened to me.
Walter and I were married for 69 years. We met in college. He wore the same brown jacket for four years and swore it was lucky.
We had three children: Janet, Charlie, and Roman. Five grandchildren after them, each one a small miracle I never got over.
I was genuinely happy.
Walter passed away two weeks ago.
I still can’t quite believe it.
It felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out.