As he stared at Victoria's wrinkled face, Diego saw the young woman he had married some forty years earlier.
Forty happy years.
True, there had been loss. People who had left them far too soon, their departures casting shadows over their happiness.
Still, they had had so much: love and laughter, children, and grandchildren, each other. They had had a beautiful life together, and Diego's only regret was that he was about to leave her.
Victoria bowed to give him one last kiss. "See you soon, my love!" she whispered.
"I'll be waiting for you!" he promised with one last breath.