I went to lunch with some friends today and one of the older ladies talked about visiting her husband’s grave at the National Cemetery where my parents are also buried. We agreed that it was heartwarming to see all the Christmas wreaths laid on each site. She also talked about the camaraderie felt with others visiting the cemetery with the common military experience. She said that she met a man there who lays flowers on his wife’s grave site every week. The 92 year old man in the group said he does the same thing. He said he also brought her flowers every week when she was alive. He thought it was “normal”. All the ladies “awwwwed”. What a sweet example of everlasting love.

I Found God today in an example of everlasting love.