Through different stages of life are experienced different stages of love. Often with the same person.
A few days ago I saw my Mum and Dad’s eyes light up at the sight of each other. They had been separated for a whole four hours. The carers at their nursing home sometimes keep Mum in the communal area to ‘stimulate’ her mind. Whether or not this does stimulate Mum in any way we cannot know, as Mum’s dementia is too far gone for us to assess what has an effect and what doesn’t. But I do wish that I could have captured Mum and Dad’s facial expressions upon seeing each other after a whole four hours of being apart.
Like teenagers, their eyes and faces lit up.
Mum, 88 years of age, was slightly bashful and kept repeating “he’s a good man, he’s a good man”. This made me feel incredibly secure and happy. My Mum and Dad love each other.
Despite a lot of hardship, arguments that I thought were going to end badly, stubbornness that only that generation of ethnic men and women can understand, here they are, 88 years of age and in love.
Without consciously doing so, I walk in my parents’ footsteps each day and I too will not take for granted that love can be young and can be old, but you have to give it the chance to age.