SURVIVING THE DEATH OF YOUR SPOUSE - Insights from Sips of Sustenance (Part 6)
Shared love forms the core of any strong marriage, and when a spouse dies, we may think the love has been snuffed out, like a candle extinguished by a fierce wind. But what if we could harness that same wind to fan the fire of love within our heart? If we but think differently, we can.
Unquestionably, physical love no longer exists—we can’t share a warm embrace, enjoy a tender kiss, or exchange an adoring look. Those tangible ways of expressing love have been eclipsed by death. But love is so much more than physical—it is the intangible sense of a soul mate who shares a bond deep in our being. That connection cannot be severed by death.
How, then do we keep love alive? We can relive happy memories, we can touch loving notes and special gifts, and we can talk with our loved one. We can be thankful that we were blessed with such special love, even if our time together was far shorter than we imagined or wanted. As Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, “What ere befall, ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” We can forever treasure the time we had, having no doubt that the love we held dear was worth the pain now threatening to engulf us.
Life is a canvas, and the vibrant paint strokes of remembered joy and love can overshadow the dark hues of our loss if we refuse to let death dominate the picture of our remaining days on this earth. We can keep love in the present, not letting it die with the past, for love is reflected in the mirror of our souls, not in the changed landscape of our lives.
Unquestionably, physical love no longer exists—we can’t share a warm embrace, enjoy a tender kiss, or exchange an adoring look. Those tangible ways of expressing love have been eclipsed by death. But love is so much more than physical—it is the intangible sense of a soul mate who shares a bond deep in our being. That connection cannot be severed by death.
How, then do we keep love alive? We can relive happy memories, we can touch loving notes and special gifts, and we can talk with our loved one. We can be thankful that we were blessed with such special love, even if our time together was far shorter than we imagined or wanted. As Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, “What ere befall, ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” We can forever treasure the time we had, having no doubt that the love we held dear was worth the pain now threatening to engulf us.
Life is a canvas, and the vibrant paint strokes of remembered joy and love can overshadow the dark hues of our loss if we refuse to let death dominate the picture of our remaining days on this earth. We can keep love in the present, not letting it die with the past, for love is reflected in the mirror of our souls, not in the changed landscape of our lives.
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