Real Love

Yesterday at my aunt’s funeral, I saw love.

That isn’t too surprising, considering how much our family adores her, but there was one particular moment where this romance writer was blessed enough to witness real, true, sustaining love in its best and purest form.

And I hadn’t expected that.

It had been right in front of me for almost thirty years. I had missed it for almost thirty years.

But I saw it yesterday.

As far as I can recall, the words that sank in most were these: “I don’t know if my yearning to be with her with ever go away; I don’t think it will.”

I cried many tears yesterday for many reasons, but this one got me most.

Open your eyes to the love around you, friends.

It’s there if you look for it.

Hugs.