They didn't argue about many things in the years they had together. Sure, there were what I'd call Spats, but they lasted only a short time. And making up was always fun. He was a farmer, and she was a farmer's wife. They worked together side by side for fifty years, never knowing where the time went until one day, darkness settled into the old farmhouse. He was gone in a second when lightning struck him as he tried to get one last bale into the barn. She was a tough woman and continued working the farm the only way she knew how, but without him by her side. One Spring Day, she drew her last breath as she sat in a cluster of wildflowers, looking at their farm, their dreams, and their faith in being together again. They found her there at peace, clutching his favorite hat with a smile on her face and a healed heart.
Mike 2024
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