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“I know you can’t hear me, but I love you.” Man says goodbye to wife of 59 years

Sooner or later, we all experience the loss of a loved one.

The void that it creates cuts deep, and although people say “time heals everything,” the grief will always be there. It’s just the way it is.

The story of Bobby Moore and his wife, Jerry, puts this into words in a powerful way.

After 59 years of marriage, Jerry passed away and Bobby was left to face the world without his beloved.

When photographer April Yurcevic Shepperd saw the mourning widower in front of his wife’s coffin, she was so moved that she decided to put words to the moment.

Her words and the heartbreaking image were never intended to be published. But then Bobby and Jerry’s family asked her to share her story in order to help others through the mourning process, and she posted it on Facebook.

This is a story of how grief is an inevitable part of our lives, but it’s also a story about how love is the most powerful thing in the universe.

It might be a little bit long, but make sure you read it all the way to the end. It’s worth it.

“Today, I witnessed a story of love. Not the type of love shared by young people who are half full of passion, topped off with hormones. It was not the type of dewy love experienced by newlyweds who are enthralled with the idea of exclusive devotion and the happily ever after.

In such a world as ours, where vows are broken as quickly as the downing of a gavel, what I saw today was a rarity, a diamond exquisite in design. Today I saw a man, a broken man, standing vigil over his most prized possession. Here was love personified.

When he walked into the room his steps were faulty, but his determination was undaunted. His eyes were fixed upon his destination at the front of the room. A steel grey casket sat under the colored lights. Half of its lid was propped open; the closed half held a spray of vivid, mix-matched flowers adorned with ribbons which read the words ‘wife’ and ‘mother.’ 

Upon approaching and without pause, he leaned down and kissed her painted lips, his frail body trembling to keep upright.”

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“So gentle and soft came his words to her. Surely these words were spoken innumerable times, but this time it was shrouded in finality. 

‘I know you can’t hear me,’ he whispered. ‘But, I love you.’ And his tears fell.

Family visitation was not scheduled for another hour or so, but he had come early. He wouldn’t squander these last few hours. For over 60 years she had been by his side, but it still wasn’t enough. Not near enough.

So, he pulled up a chair and they sat. A cane on his right side, his deceased wife on his left, he sat sidled up to the casket for nearly an hour. He rubbed her arms and patted her hands. It was if he was comforting her, but the truth was, he was comforting himself.”

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“It didn’t seem to bother him that her skin was cold, her body stiff and rigid; nor did it bother him that she didn’t respond to the words he whispered. Strange as it seemed, this could have been a normal scene from any given evening within their home. Except for the plethora of lavish flora and small gifts sent by sympathetic friends, this scenario seemed completely normal.

When family began to trickle in, he was still sitting there, holding her hand, stroking her hair.

‘She looks good, doesn’t she?’ he asked when his children approached. Everyone agreed. And they cried.

For nearly five hours he stayed nearby, exhausted, spent, until his body demanded he retire and his mind pleaded for respite.”

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“This man, this devoted man, had shown more grace in his time of grief than many do in times of plenty. I stood by in awe, watching faithfulness on display. Never had I seen a man so broken, robbed of his happiness by the curse of death. I wondered as I watched him, what would he do tomorrow and the day after that? Today was the easy part. 

Today she was still here, lying beside him, able to be touched or seen or kissed. Tomorrow, after she is laid deep in the ground, and he returns to their home, what then? Her things will still be there – the smell of her skin, scribbled grocery lists, her favorite chair, leftovers in the fridge, their bed. Their bed. How does one sleep alone after 59 years of lying next to your best friend? I can’t imagine ever sleeping again.

Today, I witnessed a story of love. And I shall witness it again tomorrow when the story finally ends, and the stage is empty, and the lights go dark.

For Bobby, and all that he is.”

Writer’s Note: At the request of the Bobby Moore and his family, I am sharing this narrative and photograph. This story was never meant to be seen by anyone. It was written solely for my own healing and to digest the very poignant moment I had just experienced. As I watched Bobby with his wife, I knew I was privileged to share a moment that conveyed volumes of time. As a photojournalist, I know photographs such as this capture verbs. It is a window into the event; a bearing witness, if you will. The Moore family have hope that publishing this piece will grant healing to others.

To all those who are mourning, I hope that your hearts will soon heal. Your loved ones will always be with you in your mind, and the love you felt so strongly can continue to inspire you in the future.

Hopefully, this man’s story can help give strength in difficult times. We must never forget that our loved ones still exist with us, whether in our hearts or on a fluffy little cloud up there in heaven. If you agree, share this story with your friends on Facebook.