I thought about the date, yesterday Fifty years since they said, I do eighteen since she said, goodbye.
A moment in time, a date on the calendar a marking of what might have been; but of what was as well, the happy moments of life they shared, we shared as a family, and as we talked, sharing of what is in her new life, her joy in the new gifts.
Three years since they said, I do a sea of family and friends, witnesses attesting, affirming their love for each other seen again in the hospital room this week of their lives, their life together the language they shared, even when there were no words
A privilege to witness, to see them together in touch and in whispered words heard even with the hearing aids softer than others must speak somehow heard, through their life together.
Fifty years, that might have been; a life that is living still in other arms; but few regrets the joy in the love they share now.