Clearly my parents have been on my mind a lot lately; probably because it’s the holiday season, or maybe my sister’s recent visit. It has been way too long since I have seen their faces or heard their voices and when I read this story today, it warmed my heart in a bittersweet sort of way and naturally made me think about them.
I find a lot of comfort in the fact that my parents died together. They were wonderful people as individuals, but together they were amazing and a true team. They balanced each other out so nicely. Where he was weak, she was strong and vice versa. I can’t even fathom having one here without the other, as strange as that may sound. Of course, I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Unfortunately, they didn’t live as long as James and Lolie, but they did have a very full life and had been married for 38 years at the time of their deaths. That’s a lifetime to me! My parents most likely didn’t know what was happening to them when they died and I find solace in that too.
Wherever they are, I am glad that they found each other and left this world together.
The best is yet to be.