It solved nothing, but still, we cleaved to each other. Then went together for Christmas mass. There, we lit candles for the two little angels we had lost. We prayed together. And God, in His infinite mercy, gave us grace. For there in that church, I was reminded that marriage was for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. And we were both still very much alive.
