I hope you remember her in good times.” was overheard this Valentine morning as two friends were parting ways near the Sears Tower.
I walked along Wacker thinking about this romantic day, love and death.
This month marks the 7th year since my father passed away.
It still seems surreal.
Immediately after he passed, I experienced the punch-in-the-gut grief EVERY MINUTE for days; as that subsided I find that it was replaced with a tucked-away-sadness and an every-so-often longing for his voice, his smell, and his overall presence.
I can’t start to imagine how it has been for my Mom.
She married my father when she was the tender age of 16; and they grew up together (literally).
As we were all standing around his bed awaiting his passing…..we took turns saying our goodbyes out loud – when it came to my Mom’s turn – I believe this sums it all up:
“You were the best boyfriend I ever had.”
He was the only boyfriend she ever had.
The only man she has ever been with.
I read this morning about a local couple, Ida and Max, who will be celebrating their 75th year of marriage next month……
And I cried.
In the true sense of unselfish love - I applaud those few that can mark the almost-unattainable-goals of a life long commitment and undying love for each other.