Goodbye, My Love
The man had died suddenly. The pastor’s heart broke for the wife. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
The wife, dressed in black, dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief clutched in her hand.
“If there’s anything you need…” The pastor looked around. No one else was in attendance. Did this young wife have no one?“Thank you,” the wife whispered. After the pastor left, the widow turned back to the grave. She pulled a syringe from the handkerchief, dropping it into the hole where her husband would sleep for eternity and smiled. “Goodbye, my love.”