Elderly Man Stands at His Wife’s Coffin and Says: “I Know You Can’t Hear Me… But, I Love You.”

We sometimes think of love as being something that is only seen in the movies or in storybooks. Perhaps our first impression is that ‘love at first sight’ doesn’t exist or we may think that it is something fleeting that is only for other people. Every once in awhile, however, we hear about the love that someone has for their significant other and it makes us believers again. This type of true love does exist and it can be clearly seen in this story that was passed along about a man who had a love for his wife that crossed all boundaries.

If you are somebody that has difficulty believing in “happy ever after”, then it is stories like these that will help you to feel good about life again. It starts out with a simple observation that somebody had of true love. It wasn’t the type of love that young people share with each other but rather, it was a love that transcended the boundaries of time and was able to survive the ups and downs of life that the person obviously had gone through.

The person had seen a man walking into a room and his steps were very calculated, as he did not have age on his side. His destination was a steel gray casket that sat in front of the room under some dimly lit lights. The lid to the casket was propped open and the other half had been filled with flowers from friends and family. As he approached the casket, he leaned down and kissed the lips of his wife and whispered these words:

“I know you can’t hear me… But, I love you.”

These are words that have been said many times in the past but if you’ve never heard them in this type of situation, then you haven’t really lived them before. He had come early to tell his wife goodbye, as visitation and not even been scheduled for another hour. She was his wife for over 60 years but it wasn’t long enough for him.

That day, he pulled up a chair beside her and sat down. He was propped up with a cane on his right-hand side while his wife lay in the casket on his left-hand side. He sat and patted her hands, rubbed her arms, and did so to help comfort himself. He didn’t care that her body was cold, it didn’t bother him that she wouldn’t respond to what he said.

It is something that we may have seen many times but for him, it was a painful, one-time endeavor. He was still sitting there with the rest of the family started to arrive and he would greet them by saying: “She looks good, doesn’t she?”

The writer continued: “Never had I seen a man so broken, robbed of his happiness by the curse of death. I wondered as I watched him, what would he do tomorrow and the day after that?”

He had a long road ahead of him and this was a memory that would last with him for the rest of his life. The writer finished the story: “Today, I witnessed a story of love. And I shall witness it again tomorrow when the story finally ends, and the stage is empty, and the lights go dark.”

Source: Jumble Joy