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Monday, September 3, 2018

There is love…


Not many people are able to watch their Mother’s love story unfold.  In most cases, it happens before you arrive.  Not for us though, we never do anything according to convention.  I knew the moment when her face lit up, the first time she mentioned him. When you love someone, you can tell when they are in love.  You know it. You see it always…even when they have to make tough decisions.  When they have to watch the love of their life take a journey that they can’t follow them on.  I have watched for just over 20 years, the ebb and flow…the push and pull…of love. When you dream of a love of epic proportions you go through life expecting that it may never find you and if it does, it certainly won’t be easy. I watched my Mom, the love and the bravery, spending so much time with feeling it was only one-sided…only to learn her love was destined to be returned.  For a short span of time…they both finally knew.  Is it ever enough time?  Does it matter…if the love was always there holding them? There was no ceremony…there were no rings…there was no paperwork…by choice given their beautifully intertwined life philosophies…but there was love…and in the end…the one left holding the pieces that remain…is still…a widow.