Reflections..

A couple were married for 55 years. One morning, wife was going downstairs to make husband's breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. Her husband 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 them.

During the funeral, her husband did not speak, his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, they remembered beautiful anecdotes and one of the their children asked his brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. One of brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.

Their father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked them to take him to the cemetery.

Dad!" They 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. The 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."

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 festival 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 the father finished speaking,  childrens had tears streaming down their faces. They hugged him, and he comforted them, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."

That night their children 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.