The picture above is love, through and through. The photo is of my husband’s parents, taken the weekend he proposed to me several years ago. The heartbreak? His mom passed away unexpectedly last Friday, just 60 years old. Beyond the huge hole she’s leaving in his heart, my father-in-law is grieving the fact that they didn’t it make it to their 40th wedding anniversary in May. And when my own father knew he was in his final days last year, he was heartbroken that he wouldn’t make it to his 50th wedding anniversary with my mom this December. These anniversaries matter. They’re huge milestones in a time when so many marriages fall apart. I don’t know how these people I love so much were able to make it through so many years together. It wasn’t all good times, I know. But they did it. And they deserved a few more months on earth to enjoy those celebrations. But you know what? Something tells me a few more months would never be enough…they would have made it forever. Because they had real love. The timeless kind so many of us hear about it in fairy tales. Love ever after. I have to believe that one day they will be together again, walking hand in hand into that beautiful sunset behind them.