Len and Nora loved bridges. They had met under one during a rainstorm. They had visited hundreds of bridges together since then. Len stood alone on their first bridge, where they had married. His last, it would be Nora’s forever. Heart heavy, he poured her ashes into the river below.
This was a hard read for me, because I lost my dad Monday night. Thanksgiving will be sad for us and his ashes, when we get them back, will go next to my moms at DFW National Cemetery. It was a good story though 🤗
What title generator did you use? Am looking to get into prompted writing myself. Thanks for sharing!
How beautiful and sad.
Beautiful 💕
This was a hard read for me, because I lost my dad Monday night. Thanksgiving will be sad for us and his ashes, when we get them back, will go next to my moms at DFW National Cemetery. It was a good story though 🤗