My life has been a love story. LaRee has loved me since we were teens: 52 years ago. She's been my wife for 48 years, thirty-seven marred by disease and the terror of creeping paralysis. She still loved me when the cold metal bars of my wheelchair tried to scare her love away. There were times when all we had left was each other, broken wings, and a prayer. In my foolishness. I imagined I was a superhero who could defend her honour for the glory of our love. She let me pretend … but the truth was that she was the one who defended a fool's honour even though my body became little more than a living carcass. LaRee did it for the beauty and glory of love. — Mark
Mark, what a marvelous tribute to your Beloved companion and wife. With some small changes to the numbers, your sentiments reflect mine exactly about my Beloved as well. This sort of expression of the glory of love is rare indeed in our troubled world, but admirable and commendable. My thanks for sharing words that help to heal the troubles in our world.
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Grant Tolley
Thank you so much, Grant.
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ReplyDeleteCongrats to both of you.
Warmest wishes.
Laura and David