Genuine love. Forever.

Let’s make a case. For putting life in perspective. Life is meant to be lived. Lovingly. It’s all right. To mourn. To grieve the loss of a loved one. If one so chooses. But it’s all right, too. At some point. To adapt to the loss of a loved one. Maybe by continuing to love the loved one. In a spiritual form.   To quit grieving. To quit mourning. The physical presence is no more.  And instead, it’s time to embrace the spiritual presence. Which can be even better than the physical. That’s the way I see it. And maybe that makes me an oddball. By recognizing that I can’t always have both. Therefore, I settle for the spiritual. Which I find comforting. I haven’t lost the love for my dear Jeanne or my dear cat Loverboy. That love still stimulates me. Daily. In spiritual ways. I haven’t really lost either one of them. They are still very much alive. Inside me. I cherish them. They are with me all the time. Even when I am pursuing other loves in my life. I'm a lover. A true lover. I can’t help but bring new loves into my life. I am compelled. My loves are genuine. Not mere objects. They are forever. --Jim Broede