So I just finished writing my Lolo Erning’s tribute for his funeral on Monday. It made me admire my Lola Mary so much. Imagine being married to someone for more than 50 years. Seeing them every day, sleeping in the same bed, eatings meals together, having daily conversations- for 50 years. Then suddenly, waking up without him or her next to you for the first time. Eating without them saying grace. Not being able to talk to them about anything anymore. Not being able to touch, hug, or kiss them. Not being able to say “I love you” to their face anymore. After doing it for 50 years. I can’t even imagine what was going through her mind the first night she went to bed alone. Agh. She’s so strong. Love you Lola ❤
My husband and I will have this spirit when we’re old and gray. God willingly.