Once a lover, always a lover.

I don’t lament anymore. Over the way dear sweet Jeanne died. That was nine years ago. Instead, I savor the fond memories. The good stuff. In 38 years of marriage. It’s as if Alzheimer’s never happened. I had a true love. In the physical realm. And now she exists. In the spiritual realm. That goes for everyone that I ever loved. Including my beloved cats and dogs. Doesn’t matter what they died of. Or how much they suffered. That’s incidental. Compared to the meaningful love we still have for each other. I feel their spiritual presence. They live inside me. I haven’t lost them. They never went away. All the more reason to proceed with the rest of life. As if Alzheimer’s never happened.  I remember nothing but the real Jeanne. My first true love. And she tells me. That it’s wonderful. That I got on with the rest of my physical life. Still a lover. Sometimes, I suspect that dear Jeanne. Found a way. From the spirit world. To put my second true love. Cristina. Directly on my path. She wants me to be happy. To embrace and revere. Love for evermore. Even a second true love on my amazing sojourn. Nothing wrong with that. Once a lover, always a lover.  --Jim Broede