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Man Leaves Wife Who Adopts Old Lady from Nursing Home until She Gets a Letter When Lady Dies — Story of the Day

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A woman who recently lost her mother brings home an old lady from a rest home to the disgust of her husband who immediately leaves her.

Ann Fisher lost her mother when she was fifty-two. Ann and her mother, Fiona, had been very close, and her loss left her devastated. Ann was a mother and wife, but nothing filled the vacuum Fiona left in her life.

A week after Fiona’s passing, the retirement home in which she’d lived called Ann and asked her to pick up her mother’s personal effects. What no one expected, even Ann, was that she wouldn’t be coming home alone.

When Ann walked into the retirement home, memories of her mother flooded back and she had to stifle a sob. She headed for the reception desk and asked about her mother’s belongings.

“Mrs. Fisher,” the receptionist said sympathetically. “If you like, we can load the boxes with your mother’s clothing and effects into your car…”

The receptionist was interrupted by a cry: “Annie? Annie Carson?” a voice asked. “Is that you?”

Ann turned and saw a frail-looking elderly woman standing before her. “Mrs. Gove?” she gasped. “Oh my God! It’s been over thirty years…”

Mrs. Gove limped over and placed her arms around Ann. “Oh, Ann,” she whispered. “Seeing you is almost like being with my Simon again!”

Ann hugged Mrs. Gove, and tears flooded her eyes. Simon… How long had it been since she’d last thought about Simon? Years, probably since Mandy was born, and she’d finally made peace with her past.

But once, when she’d been the happy, lively Annie Carson, she’d been in love, madly, completely in love with Simon Gove. They’d met in college, at a campus bar.

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Ann had been sitting with her roommate when she’d suddenly been doused in ice-cold beer. She jumped to her feet with an angry cry, only to find herself face to face with the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

“I’m so sorry!” the boy cried. “Please, please forgive me!” Anne had opened her mouth to remonstrate, but the boy dropped to his knees in front of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “And this was the only way I could think of to get your attention, to get you to notice I’m alive. Please forgive me, and say you’ll marry me!”

Ann had burst out laughing, and Mae, her roommate, exclaimed: “Annie, this guy deserves an A+ for effort! Marry him already!”

It had been a wonderful night, and when later that night Simon had kissed her at the door of her dorm building, she knew he was the one, that she would never, ever want to kiss anyone else.

Ann and Simon had been inseparable from that night on, and when he proposed for real two years later, she accepted. He took her home to meet his parents and they were very welcoming.

“You are the first girl Simon has ever brought home,” Mrs. Gove had exclaimed. “And you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen — he was right about that!”

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Ann laughed. “You can’t trust Simon, you know!” she exclaimed. “He’s a fibber!”

Mrs. Gove took Annie’s hand in hers. “No, my dear,” she said. “My Simon adores you, and I think he’s found the right girl!”

By the end of the visit, Mrs. Gove and Ann had been best friends. And when Simon met Ann’s mother, Mrs. Carson had been delighted with her daughter’s fiancé.

Ann had believed then that she was living a fairy tale, that everything was perfect. She was 23, she was about to become a teacher and marry the man of her dreams.

Then two days before the wedding, Ann and her mother went to pick up the dress, and when they got home, they found Simon’s father sitting on their doorstep, his head between his hands.

“Mr. Gove,” Ann had cried. “What are you doing here so early?”

Mr. Gove dropped his hands and struggled to his feet, and when she saw his ravaged face, Ann knew something terrible was about to happen.

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“Annie,” he whispered. “Annie, it’s our Simon. There was a car accident last night, and he and his friend David, they…” A horrible sound half scream, half sob choked Mr. Gove.

“No!” Annie screamed. She stepped forward and pushed Mr. Gove. “LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!” Ann ran into the house, up the stairs, and locked herself in her room.

She lay on her bed and let her fear wash over her. “Liar!” she whispered. “He’s a liar! My Simon is alright. He’s alright.”

A little later, she heard someone knocking on the door. “Annie,” she heard Mrs. Gove’s voice say. “Please let me in.” Ann heard the pain in Simon’s mother’s voice.

She couldn’t say no to her, not when the pain she heard echoed her own so exactly. So she got up and opened the door. “My love,” Mrs. Gove said. “Our Simon is gone…”

The two women held each other and wept until there were no tears left. “Simon will always live on in our hearts,” Mrs. Gove had said to Ann after the funeral.

“You’re very young, Ann,” she said. “One of these days you will wake up and you will discover it’s a beautiful day, despite the pain. And maybe on another day, you may meet a young man, and you will discover that you can love someone else. And that’s OK. That’s life. It doesn’t mean that you love Simon any less, it just means that you are human and that you are healing.”

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Ann listened with tears running down her cheeks, shaking her head in denial. “No!” she cried.

“Yes,” Mrs. Gove said gently. “Because that is what Simon would have wanted. He loved you so much, Annie, he would have done anything for you, so do this for him — be happy.”

Now, nearly thirty years later, Ann was standing with Mrs. Gove. “Why are you here?” Ann asked. “Mr. Gove…”

Mrs. Gove sighed. “I’m afraid Alfred passed away six months ago,” she explained. “He had Alzheimer’s and so I sold the house and we moved here. We were in the married couple’s wing, they’ve just moved me here.”

“My mother was here,” Ann explained. “She just passed away. I miss her so much!”

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Mrs. Gove gave Anne another hug. “You must be strong my dear. Do you have a family?”

Ann nodded. “Yes, I do,” she confirmed. “My daughter is grown-up, she’s left the house… My husband…well, he spends a lot of time working and he golfs on the weekends…”

Mrs. Gove said softly, “I guess being a woman means being alone, mostly.”

Ann looked at Mrs. Gove, and an idea blossomed. “Maybe, maybe not…”

When Ann arrived home that afternoon, she was not alone. “Hey, honey!” she called to her husband. “Jack?”

Her husband came out smiling. “Hey hun!” he said, then he stopped dead. “Who’s that?” he asked, looking at Mrs. Gove who was standing in the lounge with her suitcase beside her.

“Jack,” Ann said. “This is Mrs. Gove, a very dear, very old friend. She’s moving in with us.”

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“What?” asked Jack. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Ann said. “You always said my mother was welcome to live with us…”

“But she didn’t!” Jack protested.

“Because she…” Ann stopped and searched for words that wouldn’t hurt.

“Because she didn’t like me!” Jack cried. “You think I didn’t know that? Why do you think I suggested she move in? I knew she never would!”

Ann stared at Jack. “It was a scheme to make yourself look good?” she asked. “You didn’t mean it? Well, that’s too bad. Because Mrs. Gove is moving into the suite I fixed for my mother!”

“That woman moves in, and I move out!” Jack shouted.

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“Go ahead,” Ann said calmly. “You already spend all your time at the office or at the golf course. I honestly don’t think it will have an impact on my life if you leave. Besides, you forget, this is MY house. I bought this house before I met you. I have a job and a good salary. I don’t need you, Jack, I haven’t needed you in years, not since you stopped loving me.”

That night, Jack slept on the couch and Mrs. Gove slept in the guest suite. In the morning, he packed his bags and left the house. Ann called her daughter Mandy on Skype and explained everything.

“Mom,” Mandy said, “I’m not surprised you kicked dad out, but I am surprised you took in some random old woman!”

“Mandy, Mrs. Gove is NOT some random old woman!” Ann cried. “She is the mother of the love of my life, the boy I was going to marry when I was twenty-three. She’s so alone, and I love her. I miss gran so much, and I think Mrs. Gove and I will be good for each other. I want you to meet her, OK? I think you will love her.”

“You were going to marry someone else?” asked Mandy. “Tell me about him…”

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So Ann did, and it felt good to talk about Simon and those wonderful dizzy years when she was Annie and had believed that dreams could come true and that love was forever.

When Mandy came to visit for Thanksgiving, she fell in love with Mrs. Gove and the two giggled and gossiped like schoolgirls. Ann smiled the whole weekend. She had never felt so good about her life, so relaxed.

Then the phone rang, and it was Jack. He asked to speak to Mandy and Ann could hear him whine, “Did you know your mother left me for an old woman?”

Mandy answered coldly, “You were the one who left, dad. In fact, you left mom years ago when you stopped paying attention to her, being there for her. I’ve met Mrs. Gove and she’s a lovely, gentle lady. I’m glad she’s here with mom.”

Ann was delighted to have Mrs. Gove with her. The two women spent two wonderful years together until Mrs. Gove’s already fragile health deteriorated.

Towards the end, she was hospitalized, but Ann was there, holding her hand during her last moments and saw her friend smile and whisper her son’s name before her eyes closed for the last time.

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Mrs. Gove was laid to rest beside her husband and her beloved son. After the funeral, Ann was stunned when Mrs. Gove’s lawyer contacted her and asked her to come into his office.

He explained that Mrs. Gove had left Ann her entire estate which amounted to over $1.7 million. He read from the will: “Anne Carson Fisher was destined to be my daughter, but fate cheated us. At the end of my life, Ann had been there for me, and has become my daughter in truth.”

Ann was amazed by Mrs. Gove’s legacy but she was even more surprised when her ex-husband called her. “Ann…” he said in the smarmiest voice. “Babe, I was thinking we could get together, start over…”

“Jack,” Ann snapped. “I’ll see you in hell first! Get lost! You are out of my life!”

What can we learn from this story?

  • Be there for those you love and who love you. Ann was determined to be there for Mrs. Gove, just like Mrs. Gove had been there for her when she had mourned Simon.
  • Deceivers will always show their real faces sooner or later. Jack deceived Ann, but he slipped up when Mrs. Gove showed up.

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