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

He looked out at the road. “I sit here because we used to wait here together for the downtown bus. It’s silly, maybe. But I feel close to her this way.” Caitlyn’s eyes welled. She couldn’t speak. The dress suddenly looked different—no longer just fabric, but a memory preserved. A ritual, repeated in devotion, day after day.