Thoughts about Love

Love is a thing, a very strange thing.  I can have it for Gpa and give it to you.

The love I have for Gpa is piling up and overflowing.  I haven’t known what to do with it.  Felt like popping.

It can be killed.  My first husband stomped all over what love I had for him.  He did this until there was no emotion left at all.  I would see him and think ‘who is this?’

But I’d be very careful for he was still very full of all kinds of emotions.  I never knew what I was going to get with him.

Our last conversation where he was conscious was over an upset with the second wife.

In his case, I don’t think love was enough and I’m not sure how to process this.

In Gpa’s case, there’s so much love it will continue to spread for years to come.

Yet in both instances I’m sad.

Told you love is a strange thing.

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