The woman of my dreams 40 years ago, I asked the woman of my dreams out on a first date. 35 years ago, I asked her to marry me. 30 years ago, I asked if she would do me the honor of bearing our first child. 5 years ago, I asked her to hold my hand during her chemotherapy treatments. And last night, on her deathbed as she suffered and clung to life with the help of a machine, I asked with tears in my eyes if she wanted me to pull her plug and say goodbye one more time. But the stubborn bitch said ""no"" every single time.