Thursday, November 06, 2014
To Know Such Love
They would have been married 55 years this Thursday. Havana, Cuba 1959.
I don't know if my father remembers the date but today was especially quiet, as if a premonition of the anniversary. I mourned my mom in a different way. I mourned her for him, for his sadness. A tether keeps him attached to his body, knowing full well his soul wants to be next to hers, that his life is meaningless without her. Time stands still, stuck in the past of all he has ever known, the one constant in his life, the woman he most loved, my mother.
Would we all be so lucky to know such love.