True Love Happens to a Fortunate Few

I received a gift of grateful awareness recently.  I had deeply intimate soul sharing conversations, the kind that only best friends can have. One woman is a very good friend, the other a relafriend, a relative I’d have chosen in a heartbeat to be a sister, although that isn’t our family connection. Both ladies are in my age group, mid-sixties to seventyish. Both have been married more than once, or at least in a second serious relationship.

I was a little startled to learn that both women regret their current relationships. One is married, the other was engaged. One is sorry she married after being widowed. The other has broken off her engagement and prefers to go-it-alone again.

Each of them confided that they wonder what it would be like to be in love. Neither of them ever has been in love before. I was reminded of something my grandmother once said to me when I said to her that it was so unfair that she was twice widowed. She replied “Honey, most people never find true love even once. I am lucky, I’ve known it twice”.

I realized she was so right. I am truly blessed. I was in love with my husband and he with me. We had, even if only for a few short years, what most people never have.

For that I am truly grateful.

Kung Pao