Reflections on Eternal Love: My Parents' Durability and Dedication

I remember the day I saw them holding hands, smiling, and laughing, as if time itself had paused around them. Their love is something I can only admire and wish to emulate in my own life.

A Deep and Enduring Love

My parents, Joe and Mary, have been together for over six decades. Their love is a testament to the power of commitment and understanding. I can vividly recall the way my father would lean in and whisper a sweet nook in my mother's ear. He would then give her a quick wink before joining the guys for a few beers after work. My mother would pursely her lips, but she never brought it up in front of my brothers and me. She knew that his little outings were a way for him to unwind.

A Solid Foundation

On the surface, my parents appeared to be a rock-solid unit. They stood together through thick and thin, never once mentioning a snide comment or criticism to each other. They were like a well-oiled machine, working together seamlessly. Yet, beneath that suave exterior, there was a still captivating spark. Their love was not just skin-deep; it ran deep, like the roots of a sturdy oak tree.

A Turbulent Yet Enduring Relationship

On rare occasions, my parents would clash. One such instance stands out vividly in my mind. I had an argument with my mother, and my father took my side. It was a turning point, a bittersweet reminder of the depth of their bond. They would often argue, but it was always resolved with the air of a truce. They had an unwritten agreement to move past disagreements quickly, to give each other space when needed, and to hold on tightly when it mattered most.

Connected at the Hip

My parents were like a seamless unit. They did everything together—traveling the world, raising their family, completing projects, and even rennovating their home. They traveled the globe as Uncle Sam directed them and nurtured their family in various parts of the world. When they both retired from their second careers, they embarked on a journey around the US, hand in hand, heart to heart. No matter how far apart they were, their hearts were always together.

An Unwavering Love

When my mother was diagnosed with dementia, their love took on a different form. At times, my mother became defensive, angry, and cried. Occasionally, she would act like a stranger. But my father remained a constant presence. He called her his 'sweetheart,' tucking her into bed every night and ensuring she took her medication. He handled the bills, did the shopping, and bought her clothes, flowers, and treats. His love for her remained unwavering, and it was a source of strength for her soul.

Wishing for a Soulmate

Looking at my parents, I often wonder what it's like to be married for 68 years. I can’t even imagine the depth of their love or the way they've supported each other through life's ups and downs. They are the prime example of a perfect marriage. While I haven't done as well as they have, and there's a possibility that I may spend the rest of my life without a mate, I still yearn for a soulmate who would stand by me with the same unwavering love and dedication.

The Golden Rule of Love

The golden rule of love, as exemplified by my parents, is to be there for each other, to share in both the good times and the tough ones. Their love is a true beacon of hope and inspiration. There is no doubt in my mind that they will remain a shining example of eternal love and dedication.