2 years after my husband died one of my neighbors lost her husband. She was unusually devoted to him because she was born in what was Yugoslavia in 1930 and was brought up on her grandmother’s small farm with one horse to help them.
Later she came to England. She married this very interesting pleasant and intelligent man but unfortunately he died in 2017
She told me about three weeks afterwards because she was unable to speak for a time
And she would come around at odd times.
One winter evening she arrived and she followed me into the sitting room where she stood by the fire.
She would never sit down so I sat down myself
She began to cry
I wasn’t sure what to say but suddenly I found that I was crying as well
Reverse cried for about 15 minutes. Then she dried her eyes. She looks at me and she said, thank you.
Then she left.
So it’s not always necessary to use words.
I suppose the feeling should be genuine
How my heart sings 