A man realizes that the closest ones aren’t always full of good luck

An old Australian battler lies dying in his bed. He calls over Shirley, his faithful wife of 60 years, and says, “Shirl, when we started out, we tried to buy a business in the depression, it went bust: you were with me”

“Oh, yes, Bruce”, she says.

Then the war started, I joined up, and was sent to the front line, where I lost me legs. You stayed with me.”

“Oh yes, Bruce” she says.

“Then, I came home, couldn’t get a job due to me disability, and bought a farm.”

“Oh, yes, Bruce”, she says.

“The farm flooded, then just when we got over that, there was a bushfire, and then the drought, which wiped us right out: you still stayed with me.”

“Oh yes, Bruce,”

“Now here I am, in excruiating pain, about to die, useless and you’re still with me.”

“Yes Bruce.”

“Shirl.”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“You’re bloody bad luck”

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