When my partner of fifteen years passed away, it felt as though the ground beneath my feet had vanished. He wasn’t just the man I loved — he was the one who stood beside me through every season of life. Losing him meant losing my best friend, my confidant, and the quiet comfort of knowing I wasn’t walking through the world alone.
Long before we met, life had already tested him. At seventeen, he had been asked to leave his family home, forced to build a life entirely on his own. But instead of letting bitterness define him, he poured his energy into work, saving every dollar he could.
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