Sometimes I really think 2019 was the last normal year of our lives and ever since, it feels like we've slipped into some alternate reality where nothing makes sense, everyone is on edge, time moves too fast yet too slow, and the world we knew just doesn't exist anymore.
My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was walking downstairs to make breakfast for my dad when she suddenly had a heart attack and fell. My father lifted her as best as he could and almost carried her to the truck. He drove to the hospital as fast as possible, ignoring traffic lights along the way.
When they arrived, she was already gone.
At the funeral, my father did not say a word. He stared into space and barely cried.
That evening, his children stayed with him. In the middle of our grief and memories, we shared stories about the happy times. He asked my brother, who studies theology, to tell him where Mom might be at that moment. My brother spoke about life after death and shared thoughts about where she could be.
My father listened closely. Then, all of a sudden, he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
“Dad,” we said, “it’s 11 at night. We can’t go to the cemetery now.”
He raised his voice slightly and, with tearful eyes, said, “Please don’t argue with me. Don’t argue with a man who just lost his wife of 55 years.”
We fell silent out of respect. No one argued again. We went to the cemetery. Using a flashlight, we found her grave.
My father sat down, prayed, and then said to us, “It was 55 years. Do you understand? No one can truly speak about real love unless they have shared their life with someone.”
He stopped for a moment and wiped his tears.
“She and I were together in good times and bad,” he continued. “When I changed jobs, we moved together. When we sold the house, we packed and started over. We shared the happiness of seeing our children become parents. We cried together when loved ones passed away. We prayed side by side in hospital waiting rooms. We supported each other in pain, hugged each other every day, and forgave each other’s mistakes.”
Then he paused again and said, “Children, all of that is over now, and tonight I feel thankful. Do you know why? Because she left before me. She did not have to feel the pain of burying me or being alone after I was gone. I will carry that pain instead, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I would never want her to suffer.”
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I were crying. We hugged him, and he comforted us by saying, “It’s alright. We can go home now. It has been a long day.”
That night I truly understood what real love means. It is more than romance or physical attraction. It is two people standing beside each other, committed to one another, through every good moment and every hard time life brings.
Peace be in your hearts.
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