Death is inevitable for every living being on earth, and sooner or later everyone experiences the heartache of losing a loved one.

A deep wound remains in the heart, which does not heal for a long time. And although they say that time heals, the pain of loss remains with us for many years. Alas, but it was, is and always will be.

The story of Bobby Moore and his wife Jerry, which we want to tell about, is just about that. After 59 years of marriage, Jerry passed away, leaving Bobby alone in this vast world.

When photographer April Jurchevich-Shepperd saw the grieving widower at the coffin of his late wife, she was so moved by the picture that she described what she saw in words.

Neither what she wrote nor the heartbreaking photo should have been leaked. However, at the behest of Bobby and Jerry’s family members, April posted her story on Facebook in the hope that it would help others deal with the pain of loss.

This is a story about how death is an integral part of our life, and also about how love is the most powerful force on earth.

It may seem too long to some, but I still recommend that you read it to the end. I assure you, she is worth it.

‘Today I witnessed true love. Not the love that young people experience, driven by passion and surging hormones.

And not the one that just married people feel, who swore an oath to live in eternal love and devotion until death do them part.’

In our world, where vows have lost their value and sanctity, today I saw a rarity that can be compared to an expensive diamond in an exquisite setting.

Today I saw a man, a heartbroken man, standing next to his most prized possession. It was the embodiment of true love.

When he entered the room, his steps were clumsy but determined, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the room towards which he was heading.

Beside the two lamps stood a gray steel coffin. One half of the lid was open, on the other lay beautiful bright flowers, decorated with ribbons, with the inscription “beloved wife” and “beloved mother’.

Approaching the coffin, he immediately leaned over and kissed her painted lips as his frail body trembled, trying to stay upright.

Then he whispered just a few words to her very gently. Of course, he said those words countless times, but on that day he spoke them to her for the last time.

‘I know you can’t hear me,’ he whispered. ‘But I love you’. After that, tears flowed from his eyes.

The farewell of the family members was planned only in an hour or so, but he arrived early. He didn’t want to lose those last few hours. She was with him for 60 years, but it seemed to him insufficient. Completely insufficient.

Then he pulled up a chair and sat down on it. Next to the coffin, he sat for almost an hour, holding a cane in his right hand, and the deceased wife in his left.

He rubbed her hands and patted them with his palms. This was usually how he comforted her, but that day he comforted himself.

It didn’t seem to bother him at all that her skin was cold and her body hard and motionless; he didn’t care that she didn’t respond to the words he whispered to her.

Oddly enough, everything looked perfectly normal, except for a large number of flowers and small gifts sent by sympathetic friends.

As the family gradually began to gather, he continued to sit holding her hand, occasionally stroking her hair.

‘She looks great, doesn’t she?’ he asked as their children approached. Everyone agreed. And everyone was crying.

For almost five hours, he remained by the side of his dead wife, until his completely exhausted body and mind demanded a respite.

This man, this devoted man, showed more favor in moments of sorrow and sorrow than many in good times. I experienced strong emotions watching this incredible devotion.

I have never seen a person so broken by the death of a loved one. While I was looking at him, I kept thinking about how he will live tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow? Today for him, probably, was only the beginning of a difficult journey.

In the meantime, she is still here, lying next to him, you can touch her, and you can kiss her lips. But tomorrow, after her body is deep underground, he will return to his home, and then what?

Her things will still lie in their places, her smell will be heard on the pillows, the list of products written by her hand will lie in the vase, and the chair will still be waiting for its mistress.

But the bed will be empty. How to sleep alone after 59 years of sleeping next to your loved one? I can’t imagine how you can continue to live with all this.

Today I witnessed true love. And I will see her again tomorrow, when the end of the story is put to rest and the light goes out in the empty room.

The story of Bobby and his love, 59 years long.