Mary’s gaze swept the kitchen one final time as she prepared to leave. The room was imbued with a lifetime of memories.
Sometimes it seemed only yesterday that she and Bobby danced to the wireless, newlywed, their future unbounded. Soon children played underfoot: laughing, crying, squabbling; growing through each youthful phase. Years slid by and teenage moods faded into mature conversations, culminating in an emptiness that only her husband’s steady presence eased.
She remembered weeping, lost in grief with Bobby’s ashes clasped to her chest, children and grandchildren surrounding her.
“It’s time,” Bobby whispered. She turned and took his hand.
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