Please Note: 100% fiction!
Elizabeth closed her eyes as she tilted her head toward the sky.
A sweet memory began to play in her head. She and her husband were young again. They could dance and sway to the old jazzy tunes and not worried about breaking a bone. She wouldn’t be confined to a wheelchair and he wouldn’t need a cane.
She opened her eyes and smiled. What a lovely memory that was, she thought, looking up at the leaves from the tree she planted decades ago, when she first moved into this house and only wished her husband was here with her.
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This is Another Story 
How important our memories are, helping us to cope with the loss of a beloved mate.
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He’s there in spirit, I’m sure. A tender tale indeed.
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I’m sure, too. 🙂
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Like Keith said, he is there in her memories. Lovely!
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Yes, and he will be there ’til the end of time.
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i suppose nothing lasts forever except memories. he’ll continue to live for as long as she remembers him.
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Yes, nothing lasts forever other than memories.
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Having good memories to hung on to, is so important in difficult days
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I agree. It’s a respite to think of good memories on a bad day.
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A touching story! Memories are so bittersweet.
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Thank you. 🙂
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what a lovely story. Memories are such precious things
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Thank you. Yes, memories are precious.
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