This morning he woke early, touched the empty side of the bed, and whispered, “Good morning, my love… today would’ve been 60 years.”

He dressed in his best, held her photo close, and walked through a house where time now moves slowly.
No gifts, no celebration — only a whisper: “You will always be the love of my life.”

If this reaches you, send him a kind word… sometimes a few gentle words keep love alive.