More than half a century of waking up beside the same person.
The same morning coffee.
The same evening conversations.
The same hand reaching for hers during difficult times.
Then one cold morning, she woke up in a hospital room and heard the words she had dreaded her entire life.
“I’m sorry… he’s gone.”
At first, she couldn’t even cry.
She simply stared at the wall.
As if her mind refused to accept what her heart already knew.
The funeral came.
