A famous professor faced a group of young people who opposed marriage.In their opinion, a relationship should end as soon as romance disappears, instead of getting into a routine in relationships ... and the other depictions of the rotten vegetables of the victims of love.The professor said he respected them, but told them the following story:My parents lived 55 years of marriage, one morning, and mother came down the stairs to prepare breakfast for father, she got a stroke and fell.My father picked her up as he could, carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital quickly, ignoring the traffic rules.When they reached the hospital, my mother was dead.During the funeral my father did not speak, he had a lost look, hardly cried.That night, we children stayed with him. In the atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered the beautiful events we shared.My father asked my brother who was a theologian to explain where Mother is now. My brother began to tell him about the afterlife and speculated where and how my mother might be.My father listened and said, "Take me to the cemetery.""Father," we replied, "it is already 11pm, you cannot go to the cemetery at night."He raised his voice and said with a glazed look: "Do not argue with me, please, do not argue with a man who has just lost his wife for 55 years."There was a moment of silence, we did not argue, we went to the cemetery, the guard let us in, and with a flashlight, we reached the grave.My father touched the grave with his hand, wept and said, "There were 55 years, you know, no one can talk about true love, if he has no idea what it means to share life with a woman.""We were together in the same crisis when we changed jobs, we were a team when we sold the house and moved to a new place, we shared the joy when we saw you finishing your studies, we cried together when we lost loved ones. Now, she has left and I am pleased, you know why? Because she went before me, she did not have to live the sorrow and pain of my grave, to remain alone after my death.I will die too one day, I thank God.I love her so much, that I would not feel good if she had to suffer farewell because of my death. "When Father finished talking, our faces were full of tears.We hugged him, but he comforted us: "Everything is good, you can go home, it was a good day."That night I understood what true love was.It is very different from romance, it has nothing to do with erotica ... it has fireworks and sometimes it does not. It has a commitment to difficult times and it has respect.True love is connected to work and the concern that there are two people who share a true, deep commitment on all sidesWhen he finished, the students could not argue anymore. Such a kind of love was not yet been recognized.Time is not waiting for anyone. Evaluate every moment you have ..Good people are near youAnd ego is for weak people.
I saw this story in Hebrew and translated it to English in the memorial of my dear wife Tirza Simhony who passed away 3 years ago after 49 years of marriage. In those years, nearly 23 years in wheel chair and bed because of her Multiple Sclerosis. We passed long life together. Living 5 years in the desert in Sharem A Shick when I was serving the army. Passing together 13 houses we lived in in several places in Israel. Growing our five children to build their wonderful own families. Teaching me how to become a good teacher by myself after my heart attack.Giving us wonderful life with her happiness and smile even when she was in bad condition in hospital. Willing to travel around the world in any condition she was, telling the children it was my wish and she goes with me, so they will not stop her from enjoy life. In the evening, before she died, we were sitting in the garden beside our home with our daughter talking about the Bar MItzva of our grandson, which took place 2 weeks later. In the morning, suddenly, She lost consciousness, her breath was coming slower and slower, I took her in my hands trying to make her breath better but suddenly I saw her soul leaving her body and she was there dead in my hands.Love is much more than romance and sex.Love is to live every moment together, to fight for the best of our togetherness.Love is sorrow and fear, happiness and joy.Love is life, and without true love there is no life.
Thanks for sharing Meir:)