[ CW ] Write a terribly sad story , but change it to be beautiful with the last sentence .

When we were together, we always took walks. They were long and meandering, more adventuresome than your simple afternoon stroll. We would walk, hand in hand, and observe things about our environment. It was what we loved to do. Most couples have a song, we had a small path that began just inside Gateway Park. 
 
 My favorite things were the plants. Big, small, leafy, sprightly, nothing really fascinated me so much as watching something grow, watching it slowly make progress, fighting against the sky. I was drawn to the ground, I suppose. One of my own quirks. 
 
 She drew me up. She loved the sunset, the kiss of the wind. She saw what I could n't in them. She raised my gaze, changed my perspective. 
 
 Our second-to-last walk was last October. Shortly after that, she was diagnosed. She had been feeling poorly, coughing often, but we could never have expected it. Lung cancer. 
 
 We could n't understand, no matter how hard we tried. Lung cancer was a smokers disease, and she had never had even one cigarette. 
 
 Her health deteriorated quickly. Soon enough, the daily walks became too much of an exertion, and she was confined to her bed. I tried to stay by her, but she passed away one day while I was at home, grabbing her some magazines. The doctors say that she had waited until I left, though for the life of me I've never understood why. 
 
 Our last walk was the day after her funeral. She could n't have made it, even if she had wanted to, but I felt I owed it to her. One last time, walking amongst the flowers. 
 
 I've always been a meek man. Without her, I felt I had nothing left for me on Earth. Without her, I wondered if my life would even be worth continuing. As I walked, the thoughts swarmed me, preying on my weakness. 
 
 I made it up to the top of Gateway Park's hill. I'd never really been much physically, but I felt I owed her one last look at the sky. As I gazed over the park, I wondered if maybe it would have been better just to swiftly pass, to join her again. 
 
 Then I felt the wind's sweet kiss, and knew that would n't be necessary.
