Flash

Sep 13, 2008 13:07

"We were married for sixty-two and a half years. Even when she was in the hospital I went and visited her every single day. Every single day. It's so different being alone. It's so different being in our house alone."

Stanley, an old friend of the family whose wife just died this summer, is in our kitchen. My mom made him grilled cheese for lunch because he has trouble cooking for himself. Then he started talking and talking... I had to leave the room and now I can't stop crying. I wish I could describe how empty his voice sounded.

Life is merely a flash.

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