I got my answer

Ok... so I went to bed wondering about a mystery. I got my answer this morning. It's heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Suffice it to say that I'm humbled. I am the luckiest man on this planet.

Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.