Older folk than you have wondered at the same thing before now.

Yes, I was his wife.

Death doesn't change us more than life, my dear.' 'Do you come here often ?' asked the child.
'I sit here very often in the summer time,' she answered, 'I used to come here once to cry and mourn, but that was a weary while ago, bless God!' 'I pluck the daisies as they grow, and take them home,' said the old woman after a short silence.

'I like no flowers so well as these, and haven't for five-and-fifty years.

It's a long time, and I'm getting very old.' Then growing garrulous upon a theme which was new to one listener though it were but a child, she told her how she had wept and moaned and prayed to die herself, when this happened; and how when she first came to that place, a young creature strong in love and grief, she had hoped that her heart was breaking as it seemed to be.