The story above was one I wrote a few years ago. The 'arrangement' that the lady and I had lasted for almost 8 years, and developed into a deep and lasting friendship. We never did become a couple, which was her condition. I found out it was because she was not well, and wouldn't be getting well in the future. She had kidney disease which required dialysis, and eventually weakened her heart. Later, she lost the use of her legs, and had to use a wheelchair. Today, I learned that she had to be moved into an assisted-living facility (at age 53), and that her condition had deteriorated further, to the point that she no longer recognized members of her family, and had to have round-the-clock care and was bedridden.
She died last Saturday, and her funeral was yesterday. I went to her visitation and spoke to some members of her family, to whom I introduced myself as a former co-worker of hers. I was told that she had vivid memories of her time working, and that she had often spoke of the people she'd worked with fondly. Her sister, who I knew slightly, took me aside and told me that my co-worker had told her that at one time, there had been an 'arrangement' with her sister and one of her co-workers, and the surviving sister was curious to know if I had any idea who the co-worker might have been. It seems that my co-worker had spoke about it to her sister while bedridden, but had steadfastly not mentioned any names.
Even though it had been nearly two years since our last time together, and I had since found a lady friend to share my time with, I still think of her fondly, and the memories of our times spent together making each other happy are rich fantasy material that I call upon frequently, and will call up again for many years to come.
I'll miss her for her, not only for 'the arrangement'.