Grey Love
The grey skies mirrored the emotions in my heart as I stood in front of the grave, staring at the name etched into the cold stone: William Grey. My eyes traced the letters of his name, trying to hold onto the memories of the man I had loved for over 50 years. We had met in our early 20s, when love was still a novel concept and the world was full of possibility. William was charming and handsome, with a quick wit and a heart of gold. I was smitten from the moment I laid eyes on him. We got marrie
