The wind howled and the snow swirled but it was snug and warm in the second farmhouse on the left, the house in which he was born 86 years ago.
The kettle was on and the aroma of baking bread filled the air.
As they sat in the blue glow of the television she thought back to their first awkward kiss. She was 15 and he was 26.
Taking his hand she leaned close and whispered, “I love you old man.” It had been a long walk to heaven’s gate and now it was time to leave him safely there.