“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”~ Anaïs Nin
Even though I am not well, I am going to write this story to you because I feel that you need to know about it.
Today is Food Pantry day and as I waited patiently for my turn to go in and then immediately get home, I overheard this woman who (according to herself) is in her 80’s visiting with a neighbor.
She works with this neighbor as sort of a payee. Helping to sort out bills, rent, and the like.
She wasn’t around for very long and then as I was sitting in the hallway, she makes a mention right in front of me that she’s about to get married in the next few days. So the next time we see her, she will be a wife.
To be in her 80’s and doing this, really does renew my own faith in what love can do. Love can triumph. Love will persevere.
It a nation where it seems as if love doesn’t seem to be at the front of every day lives, this story slips in and changes everything that I had ever thought I knew about love.