Lorddddd help meeeee cause I hate seeing my dad grieve. He’s not in tears or anything drastic but I KNOW HIM. And I know that him sitting on the porch for hours right outside of my mom’s bedroom window playing these songs is his way of grieving. He’s sad. He misses her. He will never say those words but I know him. And it breaks my heart over and over. They met in 1960. Married in 1965. Never ever broke up. So just imagine what his heart feels during these days.