Photographs flashed across the screens, one blending into another, moving quickly, telling a story about him while sharing brief glimpses of their life together.
Over the years, his smile hadn’t changed. The expressions on his face told the story of a strong, yet gentle, man. Seeing them together told of the great love they had for each other.
As the long line reached into the room, conversations were silenced by the sound of her tears. She sat, clutching a pillow which must have still held his scent in its softness, dutifully listening to the words from each person who tried to ease her pain, trying to comprehend this loss she could not understand, even accept.
Their future, which in so many ways had barely begun, was over. As their memories danced across the screens, she held his pillow even tighter as if to keep him closer. And…she cried.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
This is my small tribute to a friend who passed away suddenly, a wonderful member of our club. His loss will be felt greatly by all who knew him but even our grief cannot compare to that of his loving wife.