They were as different as night and day. That’s how he described the two of them.
His world, black and white before he met her. She was the color, his rainbow.
As a matter of fact, his life never really began, until he met her, and every part of his, revolved around her.
When she got the results, he vowed to be with her through it all. And he was, he never wavered. The night she died, he was by her side, holding her hand.
Ten months and three days later, he joined her.
Forever together - Carved in stone
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Beautiful
Sadly romantic. Very well done.
Gut-fucking-punch. Well done, Kelli. So beautiful in so few words. Another "knocked out of the park" from you.
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That is sentiment death ,
oh gosh that was sad Kelli--you sure know how to pack a punch in just a few words!!!
Oh wow so much in only a few words.
As so often happens. That first year grieving exacts a terrible toll & most widows or widowers do pass within the year of their loved one.