After seventy-five years of marriage, a Californian couple die within twenty-four hours of each other. This is what my husband said to me the other day. He read the article: http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2015/07/03/couple-married-75-years-die-in-each-others-arms/29660645/
And my eyes grew misty. I couldn’t believe a real-life ending to Nicholas Spark’s the Notebook had actually happened. A couple so deep in love they never wanted to be separated. “You died in my arms, and I love you. I love you, wait for me, I’ll be there soon,” the wife said to her husband after he departed, and shortly after she passed away as well.

When I say that this is something I aspire to—what I mean is that I hope after X # of years my husband and I’s love is so strong that nothing, not even death, can keep us apart. Of course, we have only been married since 2011, so I hope we have a very LONG way to go.
But seeing a real life example of true love makes me more hopeful about life in general. Hopeful again in people. I have been disappointed with human nature in all of the events I have seen happen, even in 2015 alone, and it can be rather depressing. I wonder why people have such hate in their hearts, and I get worried it will only get worse—if something is not done to bridge the widening gap between people.
I wish I had the answers as to how to solve the world’s problems. To remove hate. I wish I could replace it with love. I wish I could bottle up the love of all of the happily ever after’s in the world and sprinkle it everywhere.
But this story of true love helped me believe again that all is not lost for humanity. I remember a poem that I wrote when I was probably eight or ten years old—some of the words have become blurry in my mind (and I am not a poet)- but this is what I remember:

My shadow follows thee,

Everywhere thy goes,

Until I cross the path of death,

And I am doomed to my soul.

Without my hope and without my trust,

I am better off in a tomb, than standing straight up.

The last two lines are what I am thinking about now. People can’t lose hope and trust—or the world is doomed. So, although I look around the world and see a lot of negativity—I have to try and still focus on the stories about love and compassion—about a couple who died in each other’s arms after seventy-five years of true love.