Delilah lived in a cottage on an acreage, deep in the woods, with her husband of whom she loved with all her heart. As young and energetic adults, they built their humble home together and lived happily in it for many decades. 
Her husband took special pride in the pond near the back of their property. When they had first arrived, it was plagued by stagnant waters and a thick algae bloom which had suffocated most of the wildlife who would have lived there. With great care, he worked the year round to bring life to the pond until it became clean, clear, and teeming with life. 
From then on, he and Delilah spend their days together, sitting by the pond, admiring it's quaint beauty.

The death of her husband was not at all untimely. He lived out a good, long life, and passed peacefully late one night. Though Delilah grieved the loss of her best friend and life-long partner, she didn't lose heart. She carried on to maintain their home in his absence and--as he would have liked it--she dutifully looked after his beautiful pond.

Though her joints ached, her vision failed, and her limbs were reluctant to do as she asked of them, she tended to things just as he had done. Doing so brought her closer to him, and with that came peace of mind. 
A visitor appeared one day, during one of her rounds... a strange, quiet, but well mannered creature had begun accompanying her while she took care of the property. A stray dog, perhaps... 
She delighted in sharing stories and memories with her stoic but welcome guest, and over the following weeks, she had told it all about her husband, how the built their house together, the memories they shared in it... his beautiful pond...

None of these memories stayed with her once she ceased to exist among the living. Humanity abandoned her the moment her spirit abandoned the flesh and blood which had housed it.
Despite this, she still watches over her husband's pond as it's guardian spirit.

- painted-bees