I Was Married to My Husband for 72 Years – At His Funeral One of His Fellow Service Members

else lived.

But it was ours.

That is what I kept thinking as I watched his casket, hands folded tight in my lap.

It’s just that you spend that many birthdays and winters and ordinary Tuesdays with a person, you start to believe you know the sound of every sigh, every footstep, and every silence.I knew how Walter liked his coffee, how he checked the back continue reading …