Every day she scanned the death
announcements in her local newspaper for a suitable man, right age, and nice
name. Until today no one had been vaguely suitable.
Robert Quinney, aged 62 beloved
husband and father. Here he was, Mr Right!
She bought a beautiful sympathy
card and chose her words carefully.
Bob, thank you for all the
special times we had together. The stolen moments, the weekends away, the
furtive glances of love. I was privileged to be your bit on the side. She
laughed. The last sentence was completely wrong. She changed it to privileged
to be the love of your life. – Sophia xx. Perfect!
Hours after the funeral Sarah,
widow of Robert, was opening the sympathy cards given to her by the kind
funeral director. They were so comforting. She’d even managed to smile at the
one from Sophia, the love of his life.
She was pleased Bob had found
some happiness in his final months. She presumed Sophia was a member of staff
or a patient at the Early Onset Dementia Unit.
Ha! Brilliant.
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