“When my husband, William, died of a heart attack last fall, I felt completely broken. After 47 years of marriage, I’d lost my greatest love and best friend, and I knew I’d never really feel whole again.
“One evening I was cleaning out our bedside table and found the vintage pocket watch I’d given him for our first anniversary. It had stopped ticking in 1994, but he’d kept it even though the jeweler told him it was beyond repair. I slid it under my pillow and slept with it there every night, hoping it would help me feel closer to William.
“When our anniversary rolled around, my heart was heavier than ever. As I lay in bed, too devastated to face the day, I heard a faint ticking. In disbelief, I reached under my pillow and retrieved the watch. The second hand was dancing in a slow circle with each beat of my heart. Tears blurred my vision as I read the inscription I had engraved on the back so long ago: Love is greater than time. And in that moment, I knew it was true.” —Meredith Connolly, 68, Dallas