Papa Joe is 85 now, and memory doesn’t come easy anymore. But one day, he asked to go to Walmart. Slowly, he filled the cart—her favorite soda, grapes, and a small lemon pie.
At the flower aisle, he carefully picked the bouquet with the most purple—her favorite color. And just like he always did, he brought her lunch too. Each step was slow, but every choice was full of love.
Sixty years of marriage, and still, he loves her as if it were their first day together. Even as memory fades, love stays sharp. That’s what true devotion looks like.