The human spirit is truly amazing.
I worried about my trip to my brother’s.
He had lost his job.
He had lost his house.
And now he had lost his wife.
Theirs was a love story interrupted.
They parted ways before he went off to war – the war America scorned.
He came back to a silent nation that did not welcome their warriors home.
I don’t know how that may have changed him.
All I know is he came home to find his Robin.
He never had any doubt, though others may have.
And when a lesser man would pull away – when she became ill, my brother embraced her more.
Even when his life was shattered – a job gone, a dream home, faded away.
None of it mattered.
Because in his heart he had his Robin.
And now she was gone, too.
But, there was no anger.
There was no despair.
Because Martin held the key to it all.
Jobs are lost.
Homes are just a frame.
Love is what matters most.
And, that – no one can ever take away.
I love you, Martin.
I love the man you’ve become.