Justin and I recently spent some time visiting with a older gentleman who lost his wife a little over a year ago. They had been married for over 50 years and were incredibly close....as one can imagine. Upon her death he had her cremated and he trekked up the mountains to spread her ashes, as was her wish. She had spent many days and nights looking at these very same mountains throughout the past few years especially the last few when she was rather ill. She'd sit in her recliner and gaze out from their apartment view and stare at these mountains. When talking about her he pointed out the window and said, "There she is," as he fondly gazed out the same window telling us the story of how he had spread her ashes on the mountain top. Now each day he sits in his recliner and gazes out the window, as his wife had done many times before, and can "see" her from where he sits. As he looked out the window he said, "I think about her every day.....not a day goes by that she's not in my thoughts."
This is love.
This is love.
