When he’s holding the one he loves, who does he see?
Does he see the young girl he met…the one with the sparkling eyes and curly hair, who caught his attention and held it all his life?
Does he see the beautiful bride, walking down the aisle, committed to tying her fate to his, ‘for better or for worse’?
Does he see the anxious but excited woman, ponderous but glowing as she gives birth to miracles – his beautiful children?
Does he see his life partner, the one who questions, weighs, supports or challenges at the intersections of his life?
Does he see the joyous grandmother, as she celebrates her children’s next chapter and extends her love to the next generation?
Does he see the wise, mature woman who helps him navigate the turbulent waters of the final scene in a lifelong career?
Does he see a noble but graying woman, struggling to overcome illness while maintaining her dignity?
He knows that she is all of this, and none of this…he knows that she is so much more than can be expressed…
Who do you see, when you hold the one you love and she breaths her last breath?