Sunshine Valley

 Cemetery

    The old man fell to his knees, his hat in his hands. Tears streamed down his haggard face. How could you live with someone 60 years and just forget about that person? The pain was fading. It may have been a function of him getting older. He was having the hardest time remembering what she looked like and it was killing him. Here was the love of his life and he couldn’t remember if her eyes were blue or gray.

    You wouldn’t have known looking from the road that here in the back of the field was a clean well-maintained grave. A grave he had showered with as much love as an aging husband could give.

    “I’m bringin’ her home Lily.” He sobbed, “I’m bringin’ her home.”

Sunshine Valley