“I want to spend the next 50 years with you,” Barry said on our third date. We had met in a water bed store: He was selling and I was buying. Over the beds, he said that he loved to swim but had no one to swim with. That night, we went skinny dipping in a Canadian quarry. We did ’70s drugs, slept together and learned we were on the waiting list of the same law school. We never said goodbye. Instead, we swam together through amazing times. And, at the end of our 50th year, last March, he died. — Nancy Adel
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Real Life of an MSW 
What a story
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Yes, and it has stuck with me so much that I needed to reshare it here. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Awwwwww!!!! But they lived and loved! Not a sad story at all. I love it.
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Yes, and this story was such a beautiful definition of full circle for me.
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I agree!
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