Just over a year to the day since my grandmother's death, my grandad gives my brother a birthday card. It's of the 'to our grandson from his grandparents' description. Except, inside he has crossed over any plural words in the card's cheerful patter and replaced them with the singular version. This may largely boil down to his famed pedantry, rather than a lonely old man's plea for attention, but I still find it deeply affecting.
It seems so sad that after lifetimes with their soulmates beside them, so many people are left waiting for their remaining years to peter out, missing the one thing that must have felt like it would always be there.