I attend a Writer's Workshop from time to time. The challenge of Wedded Bliss brought to mind a brief essay I wrote in workshop about my parents. I've decided to share it here.
She was never the same after he was gone. In the last few years of their 55 years together, it was he who reminded her of the day, the week, the names of their grandchildren, and the many miscellaneous facts that had faded from her memory as snowflakes disappear when they fall on a warm surface. When he was gone, she spent her days in a gentle state of bewilderment. Sometimes she tried to retain her grasp on time and place. I know this, because I saw written on her calendar "This is today". They're together again now, no longer solitary halves of a pair honed and weathered by time. What a reassuring thought.