He had called in December – the pain of the memory gripped his already weakened heart – “I’ve met someone new,” he lied, “we are leaving for Dallas in the morning.” He knew all too well if he told her the truth, she would insist on staying with him, wasting a good portion of her life. Bowing his head, a prayer of blessing for the joyous couple silently issued from his quivering lips.

The cleaning crew found him the next morning, lying on his back in the pew with hands folded across his chest. It seemed as though he had prepared himself for his own funeral. His heart would ache no more.

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