In a daze, she planned the funeral, moving through each detail like a ghost. Friends and family gathered, offering condolences she could hardly hear. When the time came to close the casket, something inside her refused to let go. She stepped forward, needing one last moment. One last touch. One last kiss.
As her lips brushed his, she froze. A flicker. A twitch. His eyelids fluttered open. Gasps filled the room, guests screamed, and the funeral director dropped his clipboard. Nola’s heart stopped, then raced as chaos erupted around her. Her husband—declared dead—was alive.
Fred recovered slowly, bewildered but alive. Gratitude replaced grief, and Nola, once a widow, became the woman who kissed her husband back to life. Their story became a reminder whispered among friends and family: always say goodbye—because sometimes, it might just be hello.
