What a touching story. Thanks for sharing.
I learned so much about marriage from my grandparents. They were truly one, always thinking of the other. My grandfather never left the house without kissing my grandmother goodbye. He was 6ft and she was 4’10”, so that kiss was usually on her forehead. I have often wondered if her soul stopped by his bed to say goodbye the night she died.
At the funeral home as he sat by her side in his wheelchair, I heard him whisper, “my pretty, pretty, girl, you were always my pretty girl.” That made me cry and I told my husband, “such love, he still sees her the way he saw her when they courted.”