By Jim Byrnes
I’m suddenly struck by the revelation that I can see her life reflected in her eyes. Bottomless pools of the bluest blue imaginable—surely the windows to her soul—filled to overflowing with all she has seen and experienced.
Lines and creases, especially around the eyes, gently traverse her beautiful face. Well-earned evidence of a life well-lived.
I have loved her since we were in the fifth grade, long before I understood what the word ‘love’ truly meant.
Married seventy years now, running out of time but never out of love, and magically connected from the second I first saw her.
Wonderful sentiments–wonderful story.
Wow, that’s gorgeous!
Beautiful. Assuming the story is true, and about the life of its author and his wife (not necessary, of course, for a work of fiction), it’s also a testament to writing when you’re in your late eighties or nineties. Congrats on your writing and long life!..