Love

I read a blog post today by Renée Harmon where she sits down for a coffee date with her future (80 year old) self.  As background, she lost her husband too early to Alzheimer's disease.  In this blog post, she asks her future self out of curiosity whether she will ever love again.  The one-line answer is what ends the blog entry.  It reads:

“You love and are loved every single day, my sister,” she answered.

My eyes watered as I stood up from my kitchen table and walked around my small apartment as I let it sink in.