George and Gretta

I sat down beside George Huff yesterday before church to see how he was doing. Last Sunday he said he was doing fine. Yesterday he said he was okay, which, I'd say, is less than fine. I asked him, and wished I hadn't, how it is now living in that house without Gretta. He began to cry and could not speak. I put my arm around him and said, "Oh George, I'm sorry."

He was a few moments recovering, then said, "It'll get better, won't it? You know. You've been there."

I said, "Yes, it will get better, but it might not be tomorrow."

I patted his back and looked up at his daughter, Carolyn, who is still coming to our ward, this time for him instead of Gretta, and who, I am sure, is staying very close to him. She looked at me and frowned in sympathy for her dad.