Sixty Years Later
They were still in love sixty years later. They died only a few months apart. I found this on their dresser, the topper to their wedding cake.
They lived a whole life together.
I will never forget them and the example that they set for me.
They found happiness in the simplest of things.
He would ask her "what do I like?" when they went out to eat and he would have to order.
After she died they brought him into the room. Since the stroke he didn't talk to much... most of the time he didn't make sense... you couldn't tell if he was really aware or not... I watched him closely for some sign that he understood the significance of this moment... that he knew that she wasn't coming back.
I saw his eyes comprehend her death... and I saw that agony move down to the center of his being... from the inside of my grandfather... from deep within the core if him there came this sound... like the wail of a banshee it was the sound of pure heartbreak and angst.
In my life I have never heard such a sound. Terrifying in one way, deeply moving in another it had such a primitive dimension to it.
I will never forget that sound.