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First published August 1, 2012
"He cares about you, too, Maggie," Jillian supplied softly. Maggie bit her lip to stop it from trembling. Why was it that kindness reduced her to a puddle? Call her names, reject her, neglect her, and she could handle it. But say something kind or sympathic and she was defenseless.
"When I saw him, I forgot for a moment that I no longer look the way he does. He hasn't aged a day. I was frightened because none of it makes any sense. It wasn't until he had gone, and I'd stopped shaking, that I came into the house and caught sight of myself in the entrance hall mirror. For a moment, I didn't recognize myself, Maggie. My reflection was that of an old woman, and I realized, maybe for the first time, that my life is over. I won't fall in love again. A man won't look at me with passion in his eyes. I won't ever be kissed the way a woman wants to be kissed ever again. I am an old woman. But I don't feel old inside. Inside I am still beautiful and young."
"My daddy always spoiled me. He gave me everything I wanted. But, most of all, he adored me. I took it for granted. I just thought everyone would treat me that way. I didn't know how precious his love was. (Irene)
And what was became what is. After all, that which has been is now and that which is to be has already been.
After all, that which has been is now, and that which is to be has already been.
—Cuando mi esposa Mona tuvo cáncer, perdió mucho peso. Ella solía tener hermosas curvas y rizado cabello grueso. Su pelo se cayó cuando pasó por la quimioterapia. Ella lloró y me dijo que pensaba que no la amaría más. —La voz de Gus había crecido suave, y sus ojos eran brillantes con los recuerdos dolorosos.
Maggie apretó la mano que todavía sostenía la suya, consolándolo a cambio. Gus se sentó sin hablar por un tiempo.
—La verdad es, Margaret, que solo amaba más a Mona. Vi su fuerza y su paciencia, su corazón gentil, y su amor por mí y su deseo de protegerme del dolor. Todas esas cosas eran más hermosas para mí que sus curvas o su bonito pelo. Todos esos maravillosos rasgos estaban en exhibición como nunca había sido antes, y ella me quitó el aliento. La amaba más cuando murió que el día que me casé con ella. La mujer con la que me casé era hermosa, pero la mujer que perdí era impresionante.