Ol' Roy

Viva, you always have the words to bring tears to my eyes. I don't know what happens when we die, but I do sincerely hope Ol' Roy gets to hold his Laura again. Thank you.

Oh my heart.Every now and again we are blessed to encounter a work of writing which finds closer ties with lyrical prose, ringing clear, sounding pure in our minds and linking our souls as crystalline music. Intangible, inexplicable and no less powerful.How blessed do I feel to have just experienced what, to me, rings as true as an Aria.~~CP~~P.S.And for the love of all things smothered in cheese, why are you not published?! You're killing me!

Maybe he had the brain bleed first, and was going to join Laura the same way she left him. We should all be so lucky. That's my opinion and I'm sticking to it. After my eyes stop watering.

This one truly brought many tears to my eyes. As I read, it brought back memories of my dad who died 5 years ago this month, less than 2 months after he moved into an assisted living facility.

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Thank you, thank you for sharing this story!! Oh, how I would have loved to have known Ol' Roy and listened to the tales he had.

What a beautiful story, Viva! It certainly brought tears to my eyes. God bless you for sharing!

Wow I love this! Touched my heart and I would like to think that he never felt fear or pain as he went down those stairs. He only saw his Laura's face.

Thank you for sharing this story. It is beautiful. I hope this is not frivolous to say, but I think Roy must have been happy that his last moments of life were arriving at home and approaching the front door. I hope that is the feeling he took with him.

Actually, Baubo, I have no doubt that he was thrilled to be back home where he and his wife raised their family. I'm sure he would have preferred to die there than in his sleep at the LTC facility.

My mom died a couple of years ago. After an intense 4 days w/my sisters and her caregivers @ her bedside, she passed around noon. I was so exhausted, I didn't feel safe to drive the 10 miles back to my own house. ~ 2am, I was sitting sort of stuporously on the couch I had been sleeping on and I got the strongest picture in my mind: my Dad's face w/the biggest grin I'd ever seen, and I thought, "She made it!"

This, as per usual, is just a great story of where the heart is.