My parents were married for 55 years

My parents were married for 55 years

My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs

to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell.

My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At

full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.

When he arrived, unfortunately, she was no longer with us.

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we

remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him

where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after

death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.

My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.

Dad!” we replied, “it’s 11 at night, we can’t go to the cemetery right now!”

He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:

“Don’t argue with me, please don’t argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55

years.”There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn’t argue anymore. We went to

the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight, we

reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed, and told his children, who watched the scene moved:

“It was 55 years… you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it’s like to share life with a woman.”

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He paused and wiped his face. “She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed

jobs …” he continued. “We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of

town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the

departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of

some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes…

Children, now it’s gone, and I’m happy, do you know why?

Because she left before me. She didn’t have to go through the agony and pain of

burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through

that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn’t have liked her to

suffer…”When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming

down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, “It’s okay, we can go home, it’s been a good day.”

That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have

much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to

care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess “.

Peace in your hearts.

Love and Light.