He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

saw us.

“Oh, Billy!” she gasped, rushing forward.

Grandpa blinked at her, then smiled with more recognition than I expected. “Junebug.”

She laughed through her tears. “Still remember that, huh?”

He reached for her hand. “You got old.”

“And you didn’t,” she teased him, wrapping him in a hug that made something inside me loosen.

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