Bob missed his first date with Edna. He stood her up to go
deer hunting. If John had done this to me there wouldn’t have been a second date,
but somehow Edna forgave Bob. Not long after, Bob and Edna Huntley were
married. Bob worked as a millwright in Oregon and Washington state. Together
they raised two sons and three daughters. Later they moved to Idaho to be
closer to family. They’d been married 63 years when Edna was diagnosed with
cancer. She told a friend, “When one of us dies, they’re going to wrap the hand
of the other and take them along.” And that’s exactly what happened. March 20
Edna died peacefully in her sleep. Less than an hour later, Bob followed,
leaving five children, 20 grandchildren and 23 great-grandchildren. I don’t
think spouses love each other any less when one lives on alone, but something
about these stories still touches me.
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