A man tells his 59-year-old wife goodbye: “I know you can’t hear me, but…”

Every living thing on Earth will die one day, and everyone will feel the pain of losing a loved one sooner or later.

The heart still has a deep hurt that takes a long time to heal. People say that time heals all wounds, but the pain of loss stays with us for a long time. This has always been the case, and it always will be the case.

The story I want to tell you about Bobby Moore and his wife Jerry is all about that.

Jerry died after 59 years of marriage, leaving Bobby all alone in this big world.

When photographer April Yurchovich-Shepperd saw the widower crying by the body of his dead wife, the scene moved her so much that she wrote about it.

Neither what she wrote nor the picture, which was very sad, were meant to be posted online. But Bobby and Jerry’s family members asked April to post her story on Facebook in the hopes that it would help other people deal with the pain of losing someone close to them.

This is a story about how death is a part of our lives and how love is the most powerful force on Earth.

Some people might think it’s too long, but I still think you should read it all the way through. I promise, it will be worth it.

“Today I saw love at its best. Not the love that young people feel when they are full of fire and hormones that are going crazy. And not the love that couples feel when they promise to love and care for each other until death.

In our world, where vows no longer mean what they used to, I saw something rare and beautiful today. It was like a valuable diamond in a beautiful setting. Today, I saw a man whose heart was broken from the loss of a loved one standing next to the most important thing he owned. It was the best example of real love.

He walked awkwardly but with purpose into the room, and his eyes were fixed on the middle of the room, where he was going. A steel-gray box stood between two lamps. One half of the lid was open, and on the other half were bright, beautiful flowers tied with bows that said “beloved wife” and “beloved mother.”

When he got close to the coffin, he bent down and kissed her painted lips. His weak body shook as he tried to stay standing.
Then, he said just a few words to her in a very soft whisper. He had said those words to her many times before, but that day was the last time he did.

“I know you can’t hear me,” he said in a low voice. “But… I love you,” he said, and tears came out of his eyes.

The family party was supposed to start in about an hour, but he got there early. He didn’t want those last few hours to slip away. He had been with her for 60 years, but that wasn’t long enough for him. Not even close to enough.

Then he pulled a chair closer and sat down on it. He sat for almost an hour next to the coffin, holding her hand with his right hand and stroking her with his left. He touched her hands with his palms and rubbed them. He usually did this to comfort her, but on that day, he did it to comfort himself.

He didn’t seem to care that her skin was cold or that her body was still, and he didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t answer when he whispered to her. Even though there were a lot of flowers and small gifts from caring friends, everything seemed to be fine.

As more and more family members came, he kept sitting there, holding her hand and occasionally running his fingers through her hair.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?”, he asked when their kids were coming. They all agreed. Everyone started crying.

He stayed with his wife for almost five hours, until his head and body were too tired to keep going.

This guy, this caring man, showed more kindness when things were bad than many people do when things are good. I had a lot of feelings as I watched this amazing dedication. I had never seen someone who had lost a loved one so broken. I couldn’t help but think about how he would live tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that as I watched him. Today was likely just the start of a long and hard road for him.

While she was still here, lying next to him and close enough for him to kiss her lips, she was still alive. What would happen tomorrow, when her body was buried deep in the ground? When he went back to his house, he would be surrounded by her things. Her smell would still be on the pillows, and her handwritten shopping list would be on the vase. There would also be a chair in the room that was waiting for its owner. But there would be no one in bed. How does someone sleep alone after sleeping next to a loved one for 59 years? I don’t know how anyone can keep living in peace with all of this.

Today, I saw love at its best. And I’ll see it again tomorrow when the story stops and the lights go out in the empty room.

This is the story of Bobby and his love of 59 years.