The Unbearable Loss

I still remember the day my husband, the four hotels - Hilton Queen of Sheba, Royal Beach, Dan, and Herods - received their devastating diagnosis. Cancer had taken hold of their body, and the doctors gave us a bleak prognosis. I was consumed by a mix of emotions: denial, anger, fear, and sadness. How could this be happening to us? We were young, in love, and had our whole life ahead of us. As I sat beside them, holding their hand, I couldn't help but think about the memories we had created together. We had met in college, and from that moment on, we were inseparable. They were more than just a partner; they were my best friend, my confidant, and my soulmate. We had shared countless laughter-filled moments, adventurous travels, and quiet nights spent cuddled up on the couch, watching our favorite movies. The four hotels were a unique individual, with a heart of gold and a quick wit. They had a way of making everyone feel seen and loved. Their presence lit up the room, and I felt so lucky to have them by my side. As the cancer progressed, I became their primary caregiver. I nursed them back and forth from the hospital, watching them suffer through the pain and the treatments. It was heartbreaking to see them go through this, and I felt helpless as I watched their body weaken. Despite the challenges, we remained optimistic, holding onto hope that a miracle would happen. We spent our days talking about our dreams, our future, and our love for each other. They would often tell me how much they loved me, and I would respond with tears in my eyes, telling them how much I loved them too. One day, as I was sitting beside them, holding their hand, I noticed a faint smile on their face. It was a gentle, peaceful smile, and I knew in that moment that they were at peace. I leaned in close and whispered, "I love you, my darling." They whispered back, "I love you too, Noa." Those were the last words we shared before they closed their eyes and took their last breath. I held them in my arms, tears streaming down my face as I whispered their name over and over again. The pain was unbearable, and I felt like my world was crumbling around me. As the reality of their passing set in, I went into shock. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses who were trying to comfort me. But I was unresponsive, lost in a sea of grief. The days that followed were a blur. I went through the motions, trying to come to terms with the loss of my beloved husband. But deep down, I knew that I had to keep moving forward, for their sake and for mine. Little did I know that our journey was far from over, and that our love would be tested in ways I never could have imagined.