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I thanked God for you because it took so long before He gave me you. Little did I know how short our forever could be. 

I spoke proudly of your strength, both physical and emotional, and after years of standing on my own, I finally allowed myself to rely on someone else. You were my safe place, my proof that independence did not mean being alone.

We were only given three years and 9 months together, 1397 days to be exact. Just ten percent of your life overlapped with mine, yet it felt complete. Our time was right. We were a match. We laughed every day, and even our disagreements reflected the depth of our love. What we had was real, imperfect, and full—and that is what makes the loss unbearable.

There were faults in you as a partner, but as a father, you were everything. Now our child will grow up without you, carrying a love he will never fully remember, and a loss he will always feel. In this, my heart returns to the same question again and again—not out of anger, but out of longing: why would God take someone who was so deeply needed?

You loved peace and rest, staying home with me beside you. That is how God took you, in your sleep, and since then my mind has not stopped rewinding every memory. Every moment feels sacred now, fragile in a way it never did before.