We've been married for 55 years, and in all of that time, I've loved you, but you were never less helpful around the house than for the last two months.
I make dinner, you refuse to eat. Trash day comes, you don't lift a finger.
You always knew how heavy the laundry was for me with my back, and, lately, you won't bring it down to the basement for me.
Sadly, it may be time for us to part, as I can no longer do this on my own.
I should have left you in your grave after the funeral.