“True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding.” -Ellen G White
Today I went through a closet full of clothes. These antique pieces were the memories an 85-year-old veteran’s wife.
She died two years ago, and he hasn’t changed anything in the house. Her lipstick and mascara sit on the granite makeup counter, as if she had put them down yesterday.
The pictures all through the beautiful house tell their story. Pictures of a young wife holding the portrait of her husband, off fighting for his country. Snaps of their family through the years. A heartfelt image of them dancing together.
They were married for over 60 years. The last 5 of those years, he was her caretaker as she battled with Alzheimer’s. Now, he lives alone in their empty house that still looks just like her.
He doesn’t talk much. But anytime you mention his lover, a spark lights up in his eyes and a smile graces his weathered countenance.
60 years in love. It’s what everyone dreams about but few accomplish. I don’t know what their formula was, but I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that he stuck by her till the very end.
I packed those clothes up with the determined ambition to build a love like that. It’s hard work, but it can be done.
And to those who have built a love that lasts, thank you. You don’t know how many people you impact. I’m only the veteran lover’s cleaning girl.