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Is It Really Til Death Do Us Part? By Cabinessence(MDW) Who knows what random quirks of fate there are that allow certain moments of our lives to be captured forever. These unexpected fragments of time that become indelibly etched upon bits of canvas, developed images upon photographs, or played out on cartridges of videotape. These are the memories that the passage of the years can never airbrush away to remove all the stains of ugliness or the echoes of pain. I am sitting here alone in my bedroom reliving one such moment as it plays out once again upon the TV screen before me. It is the videotape of my wedding reception about five years ago. Suddenly I see the often viewed image of myself standing with my wife Vicki and her cynical best friend Marie. "I can't believe you guys didn't even write your own wedding vows. I also can't believe that you Vicki, a modern woman went for all that til death do us part nonsense. Today it is never til death do us part, it's we stay together until I can find a good divorce lawyer who can get me half your money and a sizable monthly check." said Marie. My wife then turns towards me, looking me straight in the eye, smiling, and says, "So what do you think Alan, is it really til' death do us part?" I couldn't come up with an answer. Maybe it was the thought that some of my close buddies were going through their first divorces while I was about to begin my first marriage that kept me from answering. All I could do was stand there with a stupid smile on my face, for what at the time seemed like ages, but seeing it played back it was actually only a few seconds. I don't know how Vicki interpreted that as an answer, but she quickly changed the subject. Of course the real answer to the question was made mute about six months ago when Vicki died of ovarian cancer, still my loving wife. I had been given my answer by fate, but not in the way I had wanted it. It has been very hard for me these last couple of months. For resume collectors, I am currently a professor of Biology at the University Of Maryland Baltimore County campus in Catonsville. I transferred here over the summer from the College Park campus to retain my newly attained tenure and to escape the looks of pity on the faces of the faculty and the ghosts that had haunted me there. This was where Vicki and I first met, when I was a struggling first year professor and she was a senior biology major. Somehow I was assigned to be her thesis advisor. She was incredibly smart and sexy, for me a deadly combination. I would stay after hours and help her in the lab. But then it would get late, so we would go get something to eat. These impromptu late night snacks together at the campus canteen soon turned into pizza down at Ledo's and afterward to more formal dinner dates at fancy restaurants. I was not surprised that I soon fell deeply in love with her, but what surprised me was that she also fell in love with me. We were married the summer after she graduated. She had planned to continue with her studies at the graduate school, but nature had other plans. She soon found herself pregnant with our daughter Sarah. She wasn't planned, but now she's all that I have left to remind me of her mother. That and some of her clothes that I couldn't bear to give away, her manuscripts of beckoning brilliance, and a lock of her hair neatly tied in a bow that she gave me as a keepsake when I went away for a week for a conference last year. Sarah has never really accepted her mother's death. How can you expect a four year old to grasp the concept of death when they are just beginning to realize all the wonders of life? She still has that wide eyed innocence that would accept things told to her without question, even from a six foot purple dinosaur. When we were there at the hospital for the last time, I told her that her that her mother was going to sleep for awhile and that soon she was going to be playing with the angels. I didn't know what else to say to her, so I just improvised with bits of dialogue borrowed from an old movie of the week. Sarah took this all to heart and rushed to her mother's bedside, grabbing hold of her hand. "Daddy says that you are going to play with the angels. Why can't you stay here and play with me? I love you mommy. " she then started to cry." I hope the angels like to play Candyland. Then you can beat them like you beat me. Why do you have to go? Don't go mommy, please. You always said that when you say please, it would help. Please mommy. Mommy!!!!" She buried her head in the white hospital blanket, allowing her tears to start to stain it. My wife's mind was lost somewhere amid a fog of painkillers. I don't know if she heard any of this or could even make any sense of it all. But I swear I could see her smile one last time, a peaceful smile. I pulled Sarah from off the bed and held her. An hour later, my wife was gone. Sarah still believes her mother will come back one day when she tires of playing with the angels. Sometime she will cry out 'Mommy' in the middle of the night, hoping that her cry will bring her mother rushing back to her room, just like it did all of those times before. As for myself, I have learned to accept the loss of my wife, but I still wake up startled sometimes at being alone in bed, staring at an empty pillow beside me. I thought that moving to a new environment with the job transfer would help, but it seems someone gave the ghost of my wife our forwarding address. She continues to haunt our lives. It's so hard to escape the past when it just doesn't want to let go. I began to lose myself in my work. After Sarah would go to bed, I would log onto the Internet to do even more research. The Internet was a blessing for those trying to escape their own reality for it gave you a vast selection of other worlds to escape into. I would usually venture into one of the Biology Professor Chat rooms. Most of the times the talk would just tend towards some humorous anecdotes about some comely coed losing it while dissecting her first frog. But one night I was talking to this professor at George Washington University that I had met at a lecture in Washington DC a few months earlier and it lead to a startling discovery. This is how it went. Me: I wonder if a cloned lambchop will taste as good as the original. Prof: I don't know, but I am sure a good heavy sauce would make up for any flavor that you lose by eating a copy. Me: If only they could clone humans. Maybe I could have a chance to get my wife back again. It's been over six months since she died of cancer. Prof: Sorry to hear about that. But I have heard that they are progressing in that direction. Me: In which direction, please clarify. Prof: In cloning human beings. There is a special government project that I know of going on at the Bethesda Naval Medical Research Center where they are experimenting with cloning humans. It has been kept very secret, due to the anticipated moral controversies. But I had dinner last week with one of the leaders of the project, Dr. Dennis Watson, and he gave me some basic general information. He was trying to coax me to come work with them on the project. He said that they are very close to success. Me: Dennis Watson? I studied molecular biology with him down at Hopkins. I will have to give him a call. Prof: Don't tell him that I told you. It is a very sensitive project. Me: Okay, I will be discreet. The next day I called Dennis and asked if I could make an appointment to see him. It had been at least six years since we'd last seen each other, but he still remembered me. He joked about how I had once tried to cook a hot dog in chemistry lab on the bunsen burner and did a lousy job. Don't think even Julia Child has tried that one. I told him I wanted to ask questions about a paper he had written that was I going to present to my class. Flattered, he quickly agreed to see me at his office next Tuesday. The trip from my office in Catonsville to his office in Bethesda was uneventful. Luckily I was able to exit the Capital Beltway before I came to that commuter abyss known as the 270 spur. The Medical Research Center was just a series of generic brick buildings, with Dennis's office being located in the back. I noticed that there was a lot of military security around, and at the door I was given a temporary badge that allowed me to proceed on to Dennis's office. He was waiting for me at the door with a smile and a handshake. "So Alan, are you still cooking with gas or have you learned how to use a grill? We were all worried that you were beginning to confuse a Bunsen burner with a campfire and that marshmallows were going to be the next leap forward. It was all right as long as you didn't have us all gather into a circle and start singing those inane camp songs. " "No, I finally gave up on that years ago. Now I just get my hot dogs from this little guy on the corner with a cart. " "So you want to find out more about my paper on the breakdown of cell structures when subjected to ultra violet light?" "Actually that's not why I am here, I must truly apologize. Actually I am here to ask you about your research into cloning humans." "Where did you get this information?" "From the Internet." " Great. I don't know why we have to spend money to have the CIA snooping around, when all we need is a good search engine to find out about other people's secrets." " So is it true?" "Sort of. However, I really am not really at liberty to go into detail about it right now. But why are you interested in it? Cloning is too speculative right now to be taught in college as hard science. Do you have another agenda in mind?" I proceeded to tell him about my wife and how I wanted to see if I clone her so that my daughter could have a mother again. I also told him that I had brought a lock of her hair with me that could be used as a DNA sample. "I wish I could help you, but we have run against one major problem." "What is that?" "We can already clone a human body and successfully progress it to any age we set for it. The problem is that we can't clone a soul. What you would ultimately end up with is just a soulless zombie of your wife that would probably do your child more harm than good psychologically . Unless...." "Unless what?" "We have been recently recruiting volunteers for an experiment in which we can transfer the consciousness of one human being into that of a clone. In other words, we could give your child back it's mother, but for now she would have to be you." "Let me get this straight, I would have to become my wife." "Unless you have someone else in mind." "No, I wouldn't want anyone else involved in this. But if I were to become my wife, what would happen to my male body? Would the process be reversible? Or would I be stuck as my wife?" "Your male body would remain in suspended animation while you are in your wife's body. It won't harm your body in the least, matter of fact it has been found to be more relaxing to the system than meditation. The process is technically reversible, but we haven't gotten that far yet in testing with the current group of volunteers. Most of the volunteers that we have had are people whose bodies were dying and we transferred them into healthy versions of their own. We haven't even tried to transfer someone into someone else's body much less into someone of the opposite sex." "I'm a little frightened about trying it myself. To become my dead wife, it sounds so strange. Like some bad movie on the scifi channel. But I guess a child does deserve to have two parents even if they are going to be technically the same person. Oh, anything to stop my daughter's suffering. I love her so much. Okay, I'll do it for her, I'll go for it." "First you will have to go through a security check, for reasons that will become apparent when you get down to the lab. That should take about a month. That will give us sufficient time to grow your wife's clone. You said you have that lock of hair with you?" "Yes." As I pulled it from my briefcase. I knew it was the only way to bring her back, but part of me just couldn't give it up. It was the only physical part left of my wife that hadn't ended up in her grave. I could tell that Dennis sensed this. "Don't worry, after she is cloned there will be more where this came from. Now what age was she when she passed away?" "26. She was much too young to die." "But now she will live again. Ha Ha Ha." He exclaimed. "Oh I have got to cut down on those Christopher Lee movies. Alright, I will get back to you after the security check has been completed." "Thank you." The next month were filled with paperwork asking for details about all facets of my life, even going back to elementary school. I even had to list every teacher I ever had. It was as if stern sixty year old women with bun hairdos were suddenly being viewed as subversive threats. Or it was if the government suddenly had the outlook of a seven year old child. It was a wonder that they didn't ask for details about my potty training or all my years spent watching Romper Room. Maybe the magic mirror only saw those children who were sympathetic to Miss Sally's cause and all of those lessons she taught about sharing, wasn't that actually based on Marxist theory? Well I had nothing to hide except maybe some pot smoking in college, and I did inhale. My daughter mood was still unchanged. She would be her old carefree self during the day when she was surrounded by her friends. But sometimes late at night, I could hear her soft sobs mixed with cries of mommy. It's too bad that children, especially female children, learn early in life that they can usually get their way just by turning on the tears. But they would soon learn that you can't always get the things you want, no matter how hard you cried. But what she wanted now was one thing that I had absolutely no control over, although I'd grant her wish in a minute if it would be within my power. The only hope I had was that this darn cloning thing would actually work. Dennis called about a month later and said that I had passed all of the background checks, but that for security reasons he would have to meet me at his office to accompany me down to lab. He also told me to bring some of my wife's clothes if I had any left around because the just grown clone was naked and hadn't had any time to go shopping yet. I gathered up some underwear, shoes, and a pullover flower print house dress. I went on the one afternoon in the week that I didn't have any classes scheduled. I left Sarah at daycare for the afternoon instead of our usual going to the park. She was disappointed, but I told her I was working on a big surprise for her when I got back. Dennis meet me and then escorted me down a series of convoluted pathways that only a designer working for a government bureaucracy could ever imagine. Finally we ended up on an elevator down to the basement. As we walked off the elevator he then opened a door with a wipe of his security badge. "Welcome to what we here call the body cellar. Some people have a cellar where they age wine, we have a cellar where we age bodies. Clones, in fact." I walked in and saw rows of bodies suspended in glass capsules, almost like coffins. Attached to each was an another empty capsule. There was a control panel with rows of switches between each capsule. Lying there motionless I recognized President Clinton, Al Gore (boy he was lifelike), and Newt Gingrich. Newt Gingrich? Dennis saw me staring at him and said. "We had to clone him because as Speaker Of The House he is third in line to the Presidency. Believe me if the Republicans ever lose the house, next day he is a cannibal CARE package." "But why clone them?" "These clones are grown free of disease and the effects of normal aging. For example, if the President should become ill, we could transfer him into a healthy clone body before the free world could be jeopardized. Same if he should be the victim of an assassination attempt. Just think how the world would have been different if we had a spare JFK lying around in 1963." "But what about my wife?" "Oh she's right back here. She turned out pretty well, but you can be the judge." We walked past some other capsules, some empty, some with clones in various stages of development. Soon we were beside the one where the clone of my wife was located. How can I describe the feelings when I first saw my wife lying there still in her glass enclosure. She was as beautiful as I remembered her, a true crystal vision, her beauty seemingly frozen in time. The best way to describe it would be how the Prince felt when he first saw Sleeping Beauty lying there. If only a kiss would be enough to wake her up also, but I was prevented from even doing so by the glass shell that surrounded her. "What is the empty capsule next to it for?." "That is the chamber for your present body. You lie in here and we transfer your consciousness to your wife's clone on the other side. Once the transfer is complete , your body will be put in suspended animation and your wife's body will be awakened. It's all automatic and quite painless. And don't worry both capsules also open from the inside, so you won't be trapped." "Is there any danger?" "Not in any of our tests so far. However if while in your wife's body, you should happen to become pregnant, don't return to the capsule. Unlike a clone, grown under strict controls and guidance, suspended animation can be fatal to a developing fetus. And if your wife's body should spend any considerable amount of time in suspended animation, her periods could become irregular. So don't get alarmed. If you have any question about it, I'd get a home pregnancy test just to be sure." "Periods and pregnancy whew. I hadn't even thought of that." "Well that's the day to day reality of being in a woman's body. You will have to learn how to deal with it. Also we found that your wife's predilection towards ovarian cancer was genetic, so since were we building her genetic code from scratch, we were also able to filter out that tendency. Her body should now only be able to develop cancer from outside environmental influences, which seems to be about everything these days. Well, are you ready?" "I guess so." "Okay, I will open this side of the capsule and you will lay down inside it with your head in-between these two terminals at this end . I will then close the capsule and begin the transfer by pressing this switch on the control panel between the two capsules. If you want to do the transfer and no one is around, there is a delay mechanism built into the switch that will allow you time to set the time in order to let you get inside the capsule before the transference starts. After the transference is complete, look for the catch located on the right side of the capsule, press it down and it will open the capsule lid. So here we go." I walked over to the open capsule and laid down in it as I was instructed. Dennis then closed the capsule and I saw him go to the control panel and flip the switch. Everything turned to black as I felt my mind being drawn out of my body. Then I awoke and saw my male body resting in the capsule next to me. I felt strange and weak as I fumbled for the catch to release me from my glass surroundings. It soon opened and I slowly stood up. Immediately I was aware of my new bouncing boobs. I had always enjoyed watching my wife's breasts bounce whenever she went braless, she said I had a Charlie's Angels fixation, but now those breasts were mine. They weren't big, but they were full with large pink nipples and dashes of freckles all competing for space. As I was examining my new self, I noticed Dennis staring at me. Instinctively I covered my breasts and my crotch with my hands. I don't know if I did it because I felt embarrassed for myself or embarrassed for my wife. "Do you mine, there is lady present." "Sorry, look I will wait for you over by Bill and Al while you get dressed." "Thank you." I went over to the bag of clothing that I had brought with me and first pulled out the bra and panties. I never would have imagine myself needing to wear these things, but I wasn't myself anymore was I? The panties went on easy enough, but I did miss the bulge that used to be there. Putting on the bra was a bit more of a struggle. Hell, I was only shown how to take one off a girl when I was growing up. Then came the dress, I had picked it because all I had to do was pull it over my head and then down. My first day as a woman and I wasn't about to try anything fancy. I then slipped on a pair of Vicki's tennis shoes. I saw my reflection in the glass and noticed that my hair was a mess. I pulled out a brush and got it to at least look presentable. I wondered how long it would be until I personally got to experience that female inner sanctum known as a beauty pallor. As for makeup, I would wait to experiment with that in the privacy of my own home. Then something in my mind snapped and I just stood there staring blankly at the reflection of my wife. My wife was truly alive again and I wasn't sure if this was the beginning of some miracle or some horror story. I soon regained my composure and walked back up to meet Dennis. "So how does it feel? Ready for PMS?" "I'm not even ready for high heels." "We have reactivated your wife's identity on the nation's computers. To the government at least, it is as if she had never died. Feel free to use any of her legal documents that you might still have, like her birth certificate, driver's license, social security number as you own." "Wow." "Hell, we could resurrect Christ if we had him in our database. The difference today between life and death is just a keypunch stroke. Hell, I could just see Mark Twain saying rumors of my death have just been merely a keypunch error." "I don't know how I am going to explain this to Sarah." "Don't worry, no explanation will be necessary, I am sure that she will just be glad to have her mother back again." "I guess I will have to tell her something. Like that we have separated and are getting a divorce. That mommy and daddy can't live together anymore. Well that's obvious, I am only one person, one person with two bodies that I can't be in at the same place at the same time. She will probably want to be with her mother more than her father, so I guess I will have to be my wife most of the time at home. The only time I would have to be me is to drop her off at daycare before I go to work at the college and maybe on some weekends just so that she will feel she still has a father." "The lawyers of the world will hate you, working out your own custody arrangement in your head. So when and where do you want us to deliver the capsules and your old body? " . " I have a room in the basement at my house that I can get into from the outside. I use it now as an office. I can keep Sarah away from there, she very rarely likes to go downstairs anyway, she's afraid the boogy man lives under the stairs." "Yeah, that boogy man sure gets around. My sister swore he was in the shed in the back when we were kids. Are you sure you know how to work the controls to do the transference?" "It's seems simple enough." "Well we will include an instruction manual just in case. But just be warned it was written like any other technical instruction manual, so no one can understand it. Ha ha ha." "Sarah goes to bed at nine. Can you come by a bit after that?" "Sure, I can authorize a security detail for about ten tonight." "Fine and thanks." "Hey if you ever decide to divorce yourself, look me up. You are kinda cute." He said winking and laughing as he led me back to the elevator. I left the lab and went back to pick up Sarah at daycare. I had to adjust the car seat because I was now six inches shorter than I had been previously. My new breasts were making their presence known every time that I turned the steering wheel. How was I ever going to feel comfortable in this body? I was soon at the daycare center and told Mrs. Raymond, the operator, that I was here to pick up Sarah. It was a good thing I never told her my wife was actually dead, I had just told her I was a single parent. "Who are you?, her father usually picks her up." "I'm Sarah's mother, my husband and I are separated. I let my husband care for Sarah while I got my own life together and now I am finally secure enough to provide her everything she needs. So I am here to take her home." "This is very irregular. Well let's first see if Sarah knows you. Sarah dear, there is a woman out here that says she's your mother. Is that right?" I looked into the room where Sarah was playing with some of the other kids. She picked her head up and looked in my direction. I will never forget the look on my daughter's face when she looked at me. A comet could not have smiled so bright. She dropped whatever she had in her hands and quickly ran over to me screaming. "Mommy, mommy ,mommy, mommy ." she chanted over and over again like a child's own personal mantra. "Hi there precious, mommy's back." I picked her up and held her. She held on to me like she never wanted to let go, for if she did I might go away again. I just picked her up and started kissing her. Feeling her hugging me tightly against my breasts gave me a warm feeling inside that no man could ever experience, it was that maternal instinct that came as standard equipment with every female body. It was just then that I realized I had made the right decision, there was a special bond between mothers and daughters that fathers could never usurp. "Mommy, daddy said that you were playing with the angels. Did you get to play Candyland with them? Did you beat them like you did me?" "Precious, let me tell you, those angels were terrible at Candyland. They got so tired of me beating them that they just decided that I should just come back here and play with you." She laughed at that. For a quick off the cuff answer, it sounded more like an episode of Sesame Street directed by Igmar Bergman. "So precious, do you want to go to McDonald's for a happy meal?" "Yeah!" So I put her down and we went out to the car. So far I was convincing, well I did look the part. My wife always had called Sarah precious, so I just kept up the tradition. We went to the McDonalds about a half a mile from the daycare center, one that I had gone to with Sarah many times before as my male self. At that time, I had felt very self conscious about being a father alone with his child. Most of groupings there were mothers shepherding their brood. Now I had joined this maternal majority. All I needed now was to wait to receive the newsletter. I ordered our food and we then sat down to eat. The toy in the happy meal was a figurine from the Disney reissue of Cinderella. Sarah was disappointed that she got another Cinderella dressed in her ball gown figurine. "I was hoping that they would have the Prince by now." "Well precious, be patient, maybe you'll get him next week. You know that Cinderella has always had to wait for the Prince. " "Did you have to wait for Daddy?" "Oh yes, and at the time he was well worth the wait. But there is something that I need to tell you about what's happened between Daddy and me." "What mommy?" "Your father and I have found that we can no longer live together.", that was an understatement, "He will still pick you up for pre-school and daycare and take you to the park on weekends, but we will no longer be living together in the same house." "Is it like Brittany and her dad?" "Yes, precious, it's like Brittany." Brittany was Sarah's best friend from daycare. Her mother fell in love with another man and had divorced Brittany's dad about a year ago. I used to run into him with his daughter when I would take Sarah to the park. He seemed a lost and lonely man. I empathized with him, both of us had what we thought were secure and loving futures snatched away from us by forces that were beyond our control. "Am I going to have a second daddy?" "Not yet precious. These things take time. Now finish your dinner." She didn't seem too upset that we were going to get a divorce. Well, she had a few friends in addition to Brittany that came from broken homes. It wasn't like she was losing a father forever. Divorce wasn't like death. She was gaining the opportunity to possibly have a second father. Some kids actually viewed divorce as sort of a windfall because usually both separated partners would spoil the kid rotten in order to win over the kids affection from the other. However, I couldn't afford that luxury since we both had to live off the same one paycheck. As for remarriage, I was already trying to deal with the two lives in this relationship. I wasn't about to deal with a third. As time went on, I found myself spending more and more of my time in my wife's body. In the morning I would tell Sarah to wait in the hall for Daddy while I would go downstairs switch and bring the car around to take her to pre-schoo1. After my classes were over, I would stop home and switch back and pick her up from daycare. My daughter didn't seem to mind the arrangement. She had her mother back and that was all that mattered and of course daddy was there too. But personally, I found the maternal bonding increasingly seductive. To tell you the truth, at first I enjoyed the fact that I could now force my wife to wear the clothes I always wanted her to wear, cleavage was the operative word here. The trouble is that those type of clothes also attracted that same kind of attention from other men. I didn't want that, so I decided that dressing conservative was safer. As time went on I found that I no longer had to consciously try to mimic my wife, my actions were becoming more and more naturally female. I was finding that I had to stop displaying some of the more feminine mannerisms now when I was in my male body. A tug of war was going on in my mind for the control of my gender. On one side was my male past and ego, on the other was my new maternal instinct in the form of my wife with my daughter tugging along at my apron springs. With two against one, it was easy to figure out who was going to win. I was up for a Sabbatical next year and I decided to use that year off to impregnate myself. What better subject would there be for a biology professor to study than to experience the creation of new life first hand? This maternal instinct was becoming so overpowering to me that I wanted to experience it right from the beginning and besides, Sarah didn't deserve to be an only child. I so enjoyed being with my daughter knowing how overjoyed that she was to have her mother back. Sometimes I felt that she'd cry out "Mommy I need a drink of water" in the middle of the night just to make sure I hadn't vanished again. She would start to giggle when I finally arrived at her room glass in hand. As I watched her reveling in her girlish glee, I realized that even though I was now a woman most of the time, I had missed out on girlhood. Being a boy was so much different when I was her age. I knew that I would soon be able to experience those missing female years vicariously through my daughter. I soon even started taking Sarah to the park on some of the days that I had reserved for Daddy. She was a bit disappointed, but once she was off playing with her friends it didn't matter. One day I was sitting on the bench in the park and started talking to Brittany's dad. I knew that he was checking me out and I surprised myself by starting to flirt with him. I even thought that he was an attractive man, what was happening to me? Were all those female hormones mounting a surprise attack and mutating my libido? I didn't let it go any further since I told him I wasn't interested in going out with anyone until the divorce was finalized. But this incident kept echoing throughout my mind, as if it had awakened feelings I was trying to suppress ever since I had started this whole process. Soon after this, I woke up one morning startled by the breaking sunlight of a new day. I looked beside me and once again saw only an empty pillow. I sat up and in the mirror across the room, I saw the woman that I loved looking back at me. The problem was that there was only one heart beating, one soul whispering it's words of love in this room. Something was missing. The truth was that we were still two people in love but we were separated by the greatest gulf that could become between a man and a woman, that between life and death. She was only still alive by proxy. I had just been only able to become her shadow, a pale template with only a faint resemblance to the original, lacking any real substance. I could not embrace her reality. I cried out to the image before me: "Why is it that when I am with you I am lonely and when I am without you I am lonely? Why hasn't anything changed?"" Then I realized that there was more to my love for my wife than just her body, her sex. Her spirit was the missing component to my happiness. That was what I really fell in love with. Any relationship based purely on the physical would sooner or later be doomed to failure, but the soul retains it's luster through time. I may have been able to fool Sarah that her mother was still alive, but I could never fool myself. At that moment I needed to feel my wife's spirit with me again, I needed to find some small reminder of the soul of the person that I had fallen in love with. I got up from the bed and pulled out the wedding reception video. I then placed it in the VCR and started to play the tape one more time. It seemed strange to be watching it now through her eyes. Then it came to the point where she asked if it was really til death do us part. I finally understood why she wasn't that concerned with my answer at that moment. She knew that would find the answer eventually, and she was willing to wait for it. I paused the tape at that point and finally answered her. "It really is til death do us part because as long as you are here, I will be here too. For we have been truly joined together forever." I turned my head and caught a glimpse of my wife in the bedroom mirror. She was smiling.