I saw her weak and in his tired eyes he wished for more time. Her pale skin losing its luster, while he weeped at her demise. 60 years gone by with her on his side and there he was watching her slowly forget why. Her bones brittle and her hands couldn’t move, losing the glow she had when she said I do. He said he would go with her to the other side as he fed the women who always had to be right. He watched her approach the light as he remembered how she made him see life.