I feel as
though we have reached the age where true love (and especially the hopes of it
being everlasting) is a myth. But, before us, before even the Baby Boomer
generation, there existed a time where love knew no bounds—only the goodness of
all that dreams are made of. A time where men served in World War II and knew
exactly what they were fighting for, never having to question what freedom
truly meant. The darkness poured through every corner of the world without
showing the slightest chance of surrendering, but these great men knew the
women waiting for them when they returned home... if the Fates permitted them
such a chance.
My
great-grandmother’s brother, who passed away on March 9, possessed such a love
for his wife, who passed on before him. Even when she was in bed, suffering
from Alzheimer’s disease, and not knowing who he was and hardly able to see
him, he loved her. He visited her whenever he could, sometimes even staying all day long, just to be in her presence. After she passed away, he never remarried or sought another
person to fill that empty place in his heart. To me, that is true love... and what is love without faith, hope, and
knowing how to cherish each passing second, all the while knowing it could be
your last? When I see two lovers dining in a room where
conversation and food intermingle, only able to see one another and drown out the rest of the world, I sometimes
wonder if they’re as much aware of how precious time can be as those lovers who
came before them. I don’t
know, but maybe this doubt is enough to eradicate such a truly sad myth.
After all, I'm a romantic at heart. How silent would the world be for people like me, without having the flickering possibility of true love somewhere along the wind?
OMG he died? no one told me...i remember when i was working at the pig, he would come through my line and never said a word of acknowledgment to me...i told daddy this and he was like "don't worry about it, he's probably just mad at me for something"
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Oh, I LOVE YOU!!
Love that "just to be in her presence" part.
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