When his service obligation was over, they tried to get him to continue active service, but he wanted to be home with his beautiful wife and their coming children. They thoroughly understood and prevailed upon him to join the Air National Guard then. And he did so, eventually retiring as a Lt. Colonel in the Reserves. When he got home, he was also enlisted into the county crop dusting corps and the statewide forest fire water dropping activities. So, though he wasn’t really in need of a job because of his wealth, he did keep very busy with his hobby farm, his family, his flying and especially with his devoted wife, Ellen. Because they were now related, George did let Carl pay to do some serious reconditioning of his home, too. And this drew him even closer to the husband Hardcore of his beloved daughter. Late in life in his eighty-fifth year, his body was finally giving up and Ellen was in fragile health too. But, she was in constant attendance upon him along with a nurse to help him along in his final days. One night as they cuddled together and shared in wonderful memories of their life together all the way back to his start as Carl, she looked him in the eyes and whispered to him, “Fred, you know that it is me Mary, don’t you?” He looked back at her in some befuddlement and then he got it, Ellen was the counterpart of his former beloved wife in their previous lives. A love affair that ended very badly after over thirty years of happiness. So, if true, that meant that Fred/Carl and Mary/Ellen had over a hundred years of happy marriage between their two lives together. They smiled at that. Then a voice broke in and informed them that they had broken their sacred vow to keep their silence from everyone, even from their mates. And for that they would have to suffer the consequences. But, first he put them on notice that they individually and as a pair were the finest examples in their efforts, ever. And a shining example to all other that would come behind them. Then with a smiling face, he instructed them to gather each other up into their arms and with that the small devices in their heads relieved them of their shared terminal pain and sent them off to wherever the good people go to, to be together forever. Hello, my name is David. I am 87 years old and I am dying. As I lie here on my deathbed, awaiting the inevitable, I'd like to share with you my life story. To me, it is an extraordinary tale, but alas, that is my personal opinion. I will leave it up to you to decide for yourself if my story merits such distinction. As with japanese all stories, deciding on where to begin is most important. While my life, my true life, began on my 18th birthday, I feel I would remiss if I didn't first explain how I came to that point. 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