I share this here because Freepers more than most will appreciate and understand. Three years ago my beloved wife of 34 years was dying of melanoma. We were in a hospice for a month together. One afternoon as we were talking she looked up and said confidently, “ We’ll meet again.” Just then the aide came in to bathe her and I walked to the common room. The hospice shared grounds with an assisted living complex and they were having a weekly gathering. Across the courtyard I could heat the music. It was Vera Lynn singing White Cliffs of Dover. For me it was a comforting moment, comforting that in the end we would meet again.
We'll Meet Again--Vera Lynn (1953)