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George Feeny sat on a bench across from his wife's grave. He often came there at the end of the day.
"I miss you so much Lilian," he said, "I'll always love you."
He almost expected to hear her sweet voice. Before she died she told him, "I'll never be far away".
He blinked away a tear. He would never forget the cancer that ate away at her. He had to do so much to ease her pain and the relief would never last too long. After surgeries, chemo, radiation and amputation of her arms the cancer had finally gone into remission. That was the best day of her life. Two years later they found out it was back. She died peacefully in her sleep a month later. Lillian was always the most positive person he knew. She would often chide him for being negative.
She would never say a word. It was always spoken with her eyes.
"I just," he began, "I know that you would always say be positive. That was easy with you around. You never lost that smile of yours. Do you know how much I love you?"
He asked that often. Of course, she didn't actually say anything anymore. He knew he wouldn't hear her voice again until he got to heaven– if he got to heaven. He had broken his promise to Lilian. Before she died… during their last conversation she made him promise that he would always be positive.
"Of course, sweetheart," he had said, "and I'm positive you're going to get better."
"Anything is possible," she told him, "Even if I don't recover, I'll be okay. I'll be in heaven, and I'll see you when you get there."
He couldn't accept the idea that he would lose her. Lillian knew that her time was near.
"George," Lillian had said, "Remember one thing. I love you. I will never be far away."
"I love you too," he'd whispered to her, "Are you hurting?"
She smiled and shook her head and closed her eyes for the last time. Fifteen minutes later, with George holding her hand she stopped breathing. She was no longer here.
"Are you okay?"
George Feeny looked up. He saw Cory Matthews.
"Oh, Mr. Matthews," he said, "What are you doing here?"
"I followed you," Cory explained, "I wanted to apologize for being a bit of a jerk this afternoon."
Feeny smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. Matthews," he said, "Apology accepted and appreciated."
"Are you alright," Cory asked again, repeating his original question.
There was a short pause.
"Twelve years ago," Feeny said, "My wife died."
"You had a wife!"
"Yes. We were married for 18 years," Feeny said.
"No children?"
Feeny shook his head.
"Lillian was pregnant. She had a stillborn baby girl. Catherine would have been your age now. She had a stillbirth because of cancer, and she died 3 years after she was diagnosed."
"I'm sorry," Cory said, "You'll see her again in heaven."
"I don't belong in heaven," Feeny said, "Before she died, I promised her I would always be positive. I broke that promise."
"Your name tag says, "GEORGE FEENY," Cory said, "It doesn't say GOD."
"I'm not GOD," Feeny said, "If I were GOD my wife would still be alive."
"That's the point," Cory said, "Of course you should be positive. Of course, you shouldn't act in a way that's hurtful, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve heaven. GOD loves you Mr. Feeny. He loves you unconditionally. What would you say to Lillian if she thought she didn't belong in heaven?"
"She was perfect," Feeny said.
"Come on," Cory offered, "I'll ride home with you."
Feeny smiled and kissed his wife's headstone.
"I'll see you again," he promised her.