Monty walks down the street with a white cane to scan the area and with his other hand, hugs his wife, Mercela's side.

"Dear, isn't it a beautiful day?" Monty said.
Mercala said nothing, but Monty could tell that she was nodding.

"Yeah, it is. It's as beautiful as this rose and you," Monty said, stopping and grabbing the lipped rose from his breast pocket. He felt around for his wife and opted on dropping it in her hands. It fell on the brick road.
"Oh no, you'll get it next time."

Monty countied to walk down town to his flower shop, his white cane hitting on all the bricks along with his shoes. When the white cane hit someone.

"Ow," the lady said, probably touching her injured ankle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear," Monty said to the lady. "Are you new? I don't recognise your voice."
"Yeah, I'm new. My name's Vana," the lady said.

"I'm Monty and my wife here is Mercela," Monty said introducing his wife.

"Um... what are you talking about? There is no one there," Vana said.

Monty sighed in annoyance. It took people a little while to notice Mercela. She is very quite and easy to miss if you aren't looking for her. He often had to describe her to other people, his friend Erin would usually do that for him and after that they would notice her easily.

Monty described his wife, imagining what she would look like now, "Mercela has curly, golden hair that has turned grey with time like mine. Her face is heart shaped and she has a lot of freckles that pronounce her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Mercela now has her head down which is how she usually has it. Can you see her now?"

"No, sir. There is no one there."
Vana went over to Mercela and waved her hands.

Mercela said nothing.

With the shock of a realization the blind man looked over to his wife. Her decision made body disappear like sand to the wind. With sadness in his voice Monty confessed, "Mercela died 58 years ago."