She sighed.
Every day, she read his favorite book to him.
She was reading Hamlet to him; it always reminded her of those beautiful Christmas memories of 1925. She wished she could get a time machine, and re-live those memories.
"...and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." She said before slowly closing the book.
They had two children together, both of the daughters married and had their own kids.
She wished, she wished every day that he was here to see their grandchildren.
She sighed.
Eighty-five years old, she stared in nostalgia, with her glistening eyes at his name carved on the stone.
"I love you to the moon and back."
And that was their story.
