Today was their thirty-eighth anniversary. Thirty-eight years together, actually forty-eight since they met ten years before they married. They were so young when they met, they didn’t know what they wanted. They always gave credit to those years for their happy marriage. They’d never had regrets.
They had some ups and downs, of course, but never the ones where you wonder if you’d made a mistake like many of their friends. Neither ever worried about other people, affairs. Beyond it seeming impossible, they also both felt if it was important to the other person it would come up between them first, before anything happened. Beyond being husband and wife, they’d always been the best of friends. There was nothing they didn’t share.
He’d wanted to be home early, but had an important job to finish, they shared a high work ethic so she understood completely. However, that didn’t stop her from setting up a surprise for when he got home. A late dinner, candles, cake, even balloons for when he finally arrived. Waited by the fireplace, she’d rush up and get a picture of their anniversary kiss, she was waiting to hear his key in the door. He’d called when he left work, he’d arrive any minute.
Finally hearing the key, she set the camera for a ten second delay and ran to the door. As he stepped through she flung her arms around his neck, saying “Happy Anniversary Darling!” kissing him passionately as the camera snapped with a bright flash.
He jumped at the flash, “What was that!” he yelled, then grabbed his chest slumping to the floor. She screamed and called 911, but by the time they got there, he was gone.
Apparently he didn’t share everything, in particular the results of his doctor’s appointment last week.