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

Caitlyn blinked, caught off guard. Walter nodded slowly. “We were young, poor, planning to marry in the fall of ’68. I saved for this dress. She adored it.” His fingers traced the beading absently. “Then the hospital called. Leukemia. Aggressive. She was gone in six weeks. We buried her with roses, but I couldn’t part with the dress.”