As I threw away my trash, I approached the husband and asked if they were married. He proudly said, “62 years.” He was 84, and she was 82.
He explained, with visible emotion, that his wife had dementia. I thanked him for his devotion, telling him I hope my wife and I could be as strong as them someday. He shook my hand and said, “God bless.”
It lasted only 90 seconds but left a lasting impression. Love truly conquers all. Always choose love over hate.