After 36 years of marriage, I lost my wife, Doreen, to cancer. During her final week, while I sat beside her hospital bed, she took my hand and whispered, “Russell, I need you to find Sylvia.” Sylvia had been my first love—the woman I had planned to marry nearly forty years earlier. I was confused. Before I could understand why, Doreen added, “When you find her, please try to forgive me.” Three days later, she was gone, leaving me with those words and more questions than answers…
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