It can't be true, there must be  some mistake.
That's it of course. They happen all the time.
It's understandable someone should make
an error. Or perhaps it's just a game
you're playing with me. Soon I'm sure to wake
up. This will all turn out to be a dream
and you'll be back with me just like before.
I really will be glad to have you home
again. I realise now I've loved you more
and more as all the years passed by. I blame
myself I never said it. Still, I'm sure
you understand. Oh, sod it, all the same
this is unreal. Of course I know what real
life is. We lived it forty years a team
of two. Nothing has changed. I still can feel
you here around me. Christ, I want to scream
out loud. You can't be gone. I know that we'll
still be together. Now it's time you came
back home. This is impossible. You know
I need you. What shall I do? I'm not ashamed
to say I'll just be lost without you. So
that's settled then, our old life all reclaimed.
Or something like it. Please, oh please don't go.
I need you so.

"Mr. Carter? This is the hospice.
I'm sorry to tell you that your wife died
quickly at ten to six this morning."