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She married him when he was past his prime, and she was willing to accept him as he was. Not that he would have altered his way of life for a woman, or anyone else, for that matter. He loved her the best way he knew how; she returned his love. Laughter was free, sincere. He returned to the God of his fathers; built a home the raging wind could not destroy. Grew gardens that fed all around; had a pond full of the catfish he had sought with a passion. All this, in the winter of his life. And as the leaves began to fall, two little girls will always recall the love he gave so freely. For on his grave, they left the tears that marked his passing, while they came face-to-face with the reality of a friend departed. In the end, all that's left behind is the love you gave away, and that ability does not diminish, even when you pass your prime... |