Not the Man You Assume He Misses
For 5 days straight, a person had been coming to the identical gr*ve.
Each night, he would kneel there in silence…
then all of a sudden break down, clutching the h*adst*ne like his world had ended.
“Why did it’s a must to d*e?” he cried.
“Why did you l*ave me like this…?”
Passersby started to note.
Some slowed down, others whispered — all assuming the identical factor:
a grieving son… or maybe a faithful brother.
On the fifth day, one man lastly approached him gently.
“I’m so sorry in your l*ss,” he mentioned.
“Was he… your father?”
The person shook his head, nonetheless staring on the grave.
“Your brother, then?”
A protracted pause.
The person sighed deeply… then wiped his tears and replied:
“No…
he was my spouse’s first husband.”
