when you're gone.

true story:
every morning on the way to the center of my town, around 7:15 AM in a graveyard, an old man sits on the wall. He sits on a pillow so the stones don't hurt his back. with him, he brings his breakfast. every morning around 7:15 AM this old man, perhaps in his seventies or eighties, eats breakfast by his wife's gravestone. then, around 2:00 in the afternoon, he returns to the gravesite and drinks afternoon coffee with her.

now if you ask me, that's something right out of a Nicholas Sparks book.

wow.

i am truely awestruck upon hearing this story from my sister and my neighbors that drive past him on their way to school every morning.

it's a beautiful tragedy really.

the fact he is in such deep love with this woman that he goes above and beyond his marrige vows. until death do we part? no. death parted them and he's STILL there.

hearing this story almost made me cry.

the idea that love like that really does exist.

it's not just something in a music video.
it's not just something in a romance novel.
it's not just the fantasy of a young girl looking for her perfect guy.
it's actual reality.

that old man is living breathing proof of love's limits, or lack of, i should say.

because his wife, for reasons unknown and may God bless her soul, was taken from him. and yet, here he is. still in as much love as he was when they were both present on this earth.

i can only hope that everyone can be blessed with that kind of love.

a love that never leaves you; even if the loved one does.