Pleated pants, button down shirt, fresh breath…check, check, and check. Bradford’s eyes rose from his pants, upward to his shirt, and finally, to meet his own gaze in the mirror. He stared long and hard at the face in the mirror. No longer was the man who had been carefree and fun-loving present. No, he was now lost in the wrinkles alongside his thin lips, and the crow’s feet that lie beside his eyes. His eyes fell to his wrinkled hands, and the glare from his gold wedding band seemed to mock him. Life had changed since Mary had gone.