Old Man Sits At Bus Stop With Wedding Dress On His Lap, Then A Woman Finds Out Why

A few weeks later, Walter didn’t come. Nor the next day. Or the next. The bench looked wrong without him. Caitlyn stopped by his street, nervous. She knocked. A younger woman answered the door, eyes red-rimmed. “You must be Caitlyn,” she said. “I’m his daughter. He passed peacefully in his sleep two nights ago.”