Up for devotions at 7. Denny slept in the Murphy bed it is lower than ur bed and hopefully he will sleep better and get up more easily during the night. I went into Dr. Veltri to get scheduled for a procedure. I came home before heading to study. TV before heading to bed.
A Love That Lasted a Lifetime
"My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, as my mother was on her way downstairs to make breakfast for my father, she had a heart attack and collapsed. My dad, in his panic and desperation, did the only thing he could. He gathered her up as best he could, almost dragging her to the truck. Without a thought for traffic lights or speed limits, he raced to the hospital. But by the time they arrived, she was already gone. At the funeral, my father remained silent, his eyes distant. He barely shed a tear. That evening, my siblings and I sat with him, surrounded by the pain and nostalgia of our memories. We recounted the happy times and shared stories about Mom. Then, my father turned to my brother, a theologian, and asked, 'Where do you think she is now?' My brother began to speak about the mysteries of life after death, offering his thoughts on where Mom might be. My father listened quietly. After a while, he suddenly stood and said, 'Take me to the cemetery.' We were shocked. 'Dad,' we said, 'it's 11 o'clock at night. We can't go now.' With a voice full of sorrow, and eyes clouded with tears, he replied, 'Please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years.' We fell silent. Respectfully, we did as he asked. We drove to the cemetery, gaining permission from the night watchman. With a flashlight guiding us, we walked to her grave. My father knelt beside it, gently touching her tombstone, whispering a prayer. Then, he turned to us, his children, and said something we will never forget: 'It was 55 years... You know, no one can truly understand love unless they’ve lived a life with someone. We shared everything—our joys, our struggles, the big moments, and the small ones. We endured hard times, like when I changed jobs, and moved when we sold the house. We celebrated our children’s successes, and mourned the losses of family and friends. We prayed together in hospital waiting rooms, held each other every Christmas, and forgave each other's mistakes. You know why I’m at peace? Because she left before me. She didn’t have to bear the pain of losing me, of being left alone. I love her so much, I wouldn’t have wanted her to suffer that. I’m the one to carry that burden, and I thank God for it.' By the time he finished, we were all in tears, embracing each other in the quiet of the night. My father, comforting us despite his own grief, simply said, 'It’s okay, we can go home. It’s been a good day.' That night, I learned the true meaning of love. It’s not about romance or passion—it’s about commitment, partnership, and the quiet, everyday moments shared between two people who choose to love each other, through everything life brings."
