Faye felt her age on that grey Tuesday morning. It sunk into her bones, her joints especially, sapping what little energy lay inside her.
But it wasn’t just the weather or her bones that hurt today. Today her husbands ring felt heavy around her neck. Like a noose, not a memory, a reminder of how mortal human lives where.
She touched his ring, gently, shutting her eyes and tried not to cry.
She failed, as she always did every year. She missed him too much.