What is love? That famous question that seeks an answer, over and over again.
The last time I saw my Grandmother, she stood behind me and embraced me. I laughed telling her it was a funny way to be hugged good bye? She hugged me tighter, and than whispered in my ear:
"This is how my Mother embraced me, when I left the Azores, to come to America. When I open my arms, you are facing your destiny, your future, and I’m behind you letting you go. That is love, letting others be who they are, standing behind them, and loving them all the more.
When my Grandmother opened her arms I saw what she meant.
Love unconditionally, easy to say, harder to do.
Photo: French antique statue of Mary holding faded roses. Love never ends. How do you answer the question about love?
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