Dance Me To The End Of Love
The late songwriter and singer, Leonard Cohen sang a song called “Dance Me To The End Of Love.” Each time I hear that song, I feel a deep pain in my heart. My soul silently weeps. I tremble with regret that my love is gone.
When I first met Peter, I felt I had finally arrived at the safe haven of love. To me, it was a feeling that I had finally found the man that I truly loved and cherished, who felt the same way about me. My heart had finally found a haven where I could safely love and be loved without the fear of being hurt. We both had gone through bitter marriages before we met, but now we knew we could love and trust one another. We had reached our true destination.
Before I met my beloved husband, I did not believe that such a beautiful love truly existed. I thought it was something they wrote about in storybooks and fairytales. But that is not so. Love like that truly does exist. Peter and I were blessed with it. Our marriage was filled with mutual respect and harmony, a love born out of overcoming past pain and finding solace in each other.
However, when we met each other, it seemed that the angels in heaven sang joyful hosannahs! We knew we had found our soulmates. We became one loving and caring unit, escaping the shadows of past heartbreaks. Each time he entered the house with a cheerful “Hello! I’m home!”, my heart leaped with sheer joy.
Even now, years after he left this world, I still feel his love within my very being. Every night, as I whisper “Good night my love,” I can almost hear his response, “You’re not alone. I am always with you.” His presence lingers, comforting me in my solitude. And though God has taken him away, I feel his love surrounding me, whispering reassurances of a future reunion, urging me to have patience.