My uncle is that little old lady. He goes to his wife’s gravesite every day. Her tombstone has his name and picture next to hers, with and empty space where his death date should be. He sits on a granite bench and talks to her. Every day. He’s 96. He really shouldn’t be driving. But he does, so he can visit her. He asks her why he’s still here. She’s been gone over a decade. I miss her too.
They were middle school sweethearts who lived next door to each other growing up in a tiny town in SD. They used to go to bed at night as middle schoolers literally with a homemade telephone (tin cans and a string) between their bedroom windows.
My uncle is that little old lady. He goes to his wife’s gravesite every day. Her tombstone has his name and picture next to hers, with and empty space where his death date should be. He sits on a granite bench and talks to her. Every day. He’s 96. He really shouldn’t be driving. But he does, so he can visit her. He asks her why he’s still here. She’s been gone over a decade. I miss her too.
Oh god my heart breaks for your uncle. But also that's so incredibly sweet and precious because God love like that is incredible
They were middle school sweethearts who lived next door to each other growing up in a tiny town in SD. They used to go to bed at night as middle schoolers literally with a homemade telephone (tin cans and a string) between their bedroom windows.
Love like that is incredible.
Oh my god I can't handle how adorable thar is!!
Sending so many hugs ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you!!