I’m not a fan of those link-bait headlines — unless they’re fake, like the ones over at Reductress, my new favourite website.
Anyway, this has nothing to do with “5 Sexy Selfies That Will Make Your Ex Text You to See if You’re Okay.” Unless you really want it to be.
This is about a 93-year-old widower, Bob Lowe, who wrote a poem for his wife Kath who passed away a few years ago after suffering from Alzheimer’s.
The headline: “93-year-old widower’s poem about his wife is your morning cry.”
And it got me. There’s just something about an old man reading a poem about how lonely he is without his life partner of 65 years that makes you want to bury your head in a pile of a thousand puppies.
And the best part, is it’s to raise awareness for a group called The Silver Line.
You can listen to his words here:
Or read ’em for yourself:
I am alone, now I know it’s true
There was a time when we were two
Those were the days when we would chat
Doing little jobs of this and that
We’d go to the shops and select our meals
But now I’m alone I know how it feels
To try and cook or have meals on wheels
The rooms are empty there’s not a sound
Sometimes I’m lost and wander round
To look for jobs that I can do
To bring back the days when we were two
When darkness falls and curtains drawn
That’s when I feel most forlorn
But I must be honest and tell the truth
I’m not quite alone and here’s the proof
Because beside me in her chair
She quietly waits our time to share
Kath said to me some time ago
Darling when the time comes for us to go
Let’s mix our ashes and be together
So we can snuggle up for ever and ever.