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.
