“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.
It was also mentioned by her that she didn’t really “see it coming” and even after being content of being a widow for the past 34 years, she’s going to take the vows again in her life. 
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.
Dambreaker 