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Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

Lost love, is still love, it takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has come to an end. Love doesn't.

The above's two paragraphs I have extracted from this book, THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN, I read a moment ago. On his 83rd birthday, Eddie, a lonely war veteran, dies in a tragic accident trying to save a little girl from a falling cart. Yes! He fell to his death! He awakens in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a lush Garden of Eden but a place where your earthly life is explained to you by five people who were in it. These people may have been loved ones or distant strangers. Yet each of them changed your path for ever.

Back to Love & Lost Love... he met his wife, Marguerite, in Heaven. From this encounter, he learned what Love & Lost Love are. And I concur with her.. and find it meaningful.

This makes me think of a close friend's mother-in-law. She has lost her husband few years ago. He death was too sudden. He collapsed at the airport, returning from a business trip, while his yearning-for-his-return wife waited anxiously to see him at the arrival hall. She was devastated & his death was grievous! It was hell for her & I could imagine what hell is like.

2.5 months ago, I engaged in a casual conversation with her in her living room. I was told it's her husband's death anniversary that day. I believe her son couldn't take time off from work, as much as he wants to. Thus she gets to pay respect to her late husband only, on the following day. She left for her room & returned with a photo album, one she had shown me before, without noticing. Watching her doleful eyes, I can sense strongly she still loves him dearly & I am sure fond memories of him, become her partner now. She talks about him every now & then. Yes, it is painful & I believe it's not easy letting go. Hope auntie will be happy again..

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