Love is a mysterious thing. When you are a kid, you don’t really know what it’s about. You love your parents and siblings but beyond that, it’s not very relevant. Once you hit puberty, love starts becoming something different. But it is still far away from true, genuine love – the kind of love that lasts. While teenage passion is a wonderful thing, there’s no substitute for mature, meaningful love.
Marriage used to be a symbol of that undying love, but over the last 50-60 years, divorce rates have gone through the roof. Gone are the days of staying married through thick and thin, in sickness and in health. Now you are just a call to a lawyer away from being done with it.
There are still remnants of that deep, devoted love in our world. You just have to look a little harder to find it than you used to, that’s all.
Recently I heard the story of an elderly man named Bobby who was recently destroyed by the death of his beautiful wife. They were married for many years and he had no idea what to do with himself, like many widowers.
The day came for her wake and funeral and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to face it at all. But Bobby knew he had to be there for his wife after all the years she spent dedicated to him. She meant the world to him and death couldn’t ever take that away.