They were married 31 years when Grandpa passed. He had suffered a form of Alzheimer's back before much was known about it. He basically had stopped talking, yet he always lit up when one of us walked into the room. He spent the last several years in a nursing home. Taking care of him nearly killed my grandmother. Even so, she never got over the guilt of placing him there. Yet there was always love there between them. They were good together.
And they were good to me. I owe a lot of who I am today to them. I hear their voices in my head all the time. That is how I know they are still around. Love never dies.
So today, as I prepare to once again move on after observing some time in meditative reflection, I pick up their smiles, senses of humor and contribution to my life, and say thank you.