Looking for hope
That day, John took a trip down to his wife’s grave on his bicycle. Some activity would do him some good and loosen up his tight muscles and joints. He made his way down to the cemetery and visited his wife’s grave. He sat there and spoke to her like he usually would.
At that moment, he felt so bad that he didn’t have any money to buy her flowers. He had spent most of it on his drinking. He felt ashamed and then looked around himself. It was then that the flowers from the Russel grave caught his eye. He had an idea.