 | The old man held her hand with love, as he watched her fade away and my eyes filled with tears from the things I heard him say. He remembered she wore a printed dress the day when they first met and told her since that very day he had known not one regret.
He described to her a dress she wore the night of their first date and when he came to get her how long she made him wait. He asked her about a vee cut dress that was red and laced in white and if she remembered blushing when he stole a kiss that night.
He smiled when mentioning their wedding night, whispering very low, I could see the memories coming back only the two would know. As the old man continued whispering to her, I swear I saw her smile and though she had passed an hour ago, it fooled me for awhile. |  |