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I asked my wife to send me a sign that she was okay after she died. I wish I hadn’t. Amelia and I met in high school. She was the bright, magnetic girl everyone loved, and I was the quiet guy who usually blended into the wallpaper. Somehow, after a chance meeting in the library, we became inseparable. Four years later we were married, convinced we could face anything together. At 24, Amelia started getting severe headaches and frequent nosebleeds. The diagnosis came with an eight-month prognosis