i just got back from a long autumn walk, air is just perfect for such things and i decided to walk through our local, old and grand cemetery. Now stick with me for a minute - it's broad daylight, quiet in there and has paved roads. Peaceful. i've never walked in there but think it might become some place i will be going often.
Anyway - as i was walking, i looked at some of the tombstones just because i'm curious and more than once i saw where a wife would die (1907 seemed to be a bad year) and a couple of months later the husband would die. Now perhaps it was because of infulenza or some other disease, but i've also heard and seen where a spouce will just 'give up' and die quite soon after their loved one.
Why is this? Is it because the love the two had between them was so powerful and strong that when one half of the love was gone, life wasn't worth living any longer? And why does it seem that men, in all of their strength and manliness, seem to 'give up' before a woman will, in this matter?
And why does it seem that such things used to happen but not so much any more...in other words, has something changed in the way we love that we don't give ALL of us when we do so?
Odd things to ponder while walking, but in all honesty, these things make me wonder.
hmm...more to write on this but perhaps should think it through longer.