Windows of Hope

Every once in a while I stumble on a wonderful story that restores my faith in humanity. Here is the link to the beautiful account shared by Ann Duncan. Needless to say, I was in tears thereafter. I shared it with my daughter, who is in Bulgaria today, and her remark nailed it: love clearly goes beyond memory.

The reason this touched me so much was my personal experience of my parents’ love for one another in their final days. Daddy could no longer speak or write, but he could squeeze Mommy’s hand or caress her belly and tell her he loved her. Mommy was in the initial stages of dementia, and she couldn’t remember what had transpired five minutes ago, or that she had told me the same thing 10 times in one day. But she knew who Daddy was, and together they remained until death did them part.

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