Its been a hard week for me. I could write novels on what has been happening to me. It seems so small though compaired to my roomates week, as though my petty issues have been put into perspective. His Grandmother died last night. I tried to sleep as they had their “death watch” at my appartment. Not a pretty sight.

After they rushed to the hospital in desperate need of one last sight of her breath, I bawled for an hour. I cried when I drove to work.

The only thing I knew of this lady was the stories of her love with her husband. I posted long ago that she and her husband up until the day he died would never be apart. When the drove, they always did so with their arms wrapped around each other. They were married for sixty-five years.

What did she do when he died? She went on…

Thats when I learned my lesson that if your love isn’t that strong, its not worth it at all. I won’t settle for less. A lesson I carry with me to this day.

I looked at her picture today after Jason left to plan her funeral in her home town. I thanked her, and lit a candle and my favorite incense for her.

In the picture she stands, in love with her husband, smiling. I prayed that she stands there with him now.

Thank you…I’m sorry I don’t even know your name…you taught me what to strive for in life.

Be peaceful…