Nancy

Nancy’s husband died Sunday

and a sad shadow fell across

my memories of the pure happiness

with which Nancy loved her Donnie.

For Nancy, there had never been

a time before Donnie. They had been

married forever, or so it seemed.

Nothing came between them, and

nothing was more important

than each to the other. Nancy would tell

me so, big smile across her tiny face.

And now there was just Nancy and I

felt like maybe the world was

a little bit worse off without their

wholehearted love in it anymore.

It was certainly not going to be my

contribution to society.

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