I have been thinking about love and loss this week. A family friend passed away. She was a great lady. She was there for me during a time in my life that was difficult. She made a difference. I listened to her family and friends talk about her and how much they were going to miss her but mostly they told stories. The stories that made her, her. She was funny, determined, loving and a great wife and mother. She was a great friend. She loved to shop. She loved antiques and doing laundry.
Unfortunately, her husband passed away seven months ago. She really never got over it. She hadn’t been ill. She just passed away in the middle of the night of cardiac arrest. Her family is convinced she died of a broken heart. They had been together over 30 years. True love is not something that makes your heart go all twitterpated or makes butterflies in your stomach flap around. Love sticks around when you look your worst, feel horrible and are not the nicest version of you. It takes a true kind of love to be there for all of that. For 30 years. And it’s a true kind of love when living on this earth without the other person becomes so unappealing that your heart gives out.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not a fan of giving up. I am the queen of never quit. Even when I have to drag that dead horse across the finish line I will not give up. I don’t think she did that. I just think she was the kind of person that loved with her whole heart. When the love of her life was gone her heart just had no reason to keep on.
Love takes many forms but I know one thing, with great love comes great sacrifice. I think it’s worth it.
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