(CNN) — Before he got sick, my husband, Mike*, was one of the warmest, funniest guys around.
He was a great talker who could engage with anyone about anything — Czech history one minute, 1950s monster movies the next.
The two of us had countless in-jokes, and our conversations always seemed to devolve into laughter.
But in April 1996, 12 years after we had first started dating, Mike said something that wasn’t funny at all.
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