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Today, I witnessed a story of true and lasting love. In such a world as ours, where vows are sometimes broken quickly- what I saw today was a rarity, a diamond exquisite in design.

Today, I saw a heartbroken man standing vigil over his most beloved person, his recently passed wife. This was love personified.

When he walked into the room, his steps were faulty, but his determination was undaunted. His eyes were fixed upon his destination at the front of the room.

A steel grey casket sat under the colored lights. Half of its lid was propped open; the closed half held a spray of vivid, mix-matched flowers adorned with ribbons which read the words “wife” and “mother.”

Upon approaching and without pause, he leaned down and kissed her painted lips, his frail body trembling to keep upright.

So gentle and soft came his words to her. Surely these words were spoken innumerable times, but this time it was shrouded in finality.

“I know you can’t hear me,” he whispered. “But, I love you.” And his tears fell.

Family visitation was not scheduled for another hour or so, but he had come early.

He wouldn’t squander these last few hours. For over 60 years, she had been by his side, but it still wasn’t enough. Not near enough.

So, he pulled up a chair and they sat.

A cane on his right side, his deceased wife on his left, he sat sidled up to the casket for nearly an hour.

He rubbed her arms and patted her hands. It was if he was comforting her, but the truth was, he was trying to make peace with it.

It didn’t seem to bother him that her skin was cold, her body stiff and rigid, nor did it bother him that she didn’t respond to the words he whispered.

Strange as it seemed, this could have been a normal scene from any given evening within their home.

Except for the plethora of lavish flora and small gifts sent by sympathetic friends, this scenario seemed completely normal.

When family began to trickle in, he was still sitting there, holding her hand, stroking her hair.

“She looks good, doesn’t she?” he asked when his children approached. Everyone agreed. And they cried.

For nearly five hours he stayed nearby, exhausted, spent, until his body demanded he retire and his mind pleaded for respite.

This man, this devoted man, had shown more grace in his time of grief than many do in times of plenty. I stood by in awe, watching faithfulness on display.

Never had I seen a man so heartbroken, robbed of his happiness by the curse of death. I wondered as I watched him, what would he do tomorrow and the day after that? Today was the easy part.

Today she was still here, lying beside him, able to be touched or seen or kissed. Tomorrow, after she is laid deep in the ground, and he returns to their home, what then? Her things will still be there – the smell of her skin, scribbled grocery lists, her favorite chair, leftovers in the fridge, their bed.

Their bed. How does one sleep alone after over 60 years of lying next to your best friend?

I can’t imagine ever sleeping again.

But with the heart of that man I saw today, I know he will find his way until he rejoins his wife.

Today, I witnessed a story of love. And I shall witness it again tomorrow when the story finally ends, and the stage is empty, and the lights go dark.

For Bobby, and all that he is..this is my salute to you and your undying love.”

Credit: April Yurcevic Shepperd #love #truelove

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