Lost love, Found Love

This morning at church it was announced a lady who was in her senior years had passed. She and her husband usually sit in front of my mom and me. This news really upset me especially for the husband. I had met the couple a few months ago and they had shared with me their beautiful love story which seemed ripped right out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. The husband did most of the talking and told me they met when they were very young. I believe they were in high school. During their courtship he went to the Korean War which led them to going their separate ways. They both married different people and had children with their spouses. He told me he never forgot her and often thought about her even though he loved his wife. One day he got in contact with her and they stayed in contact for a little while via phone and just as friends. But out of respect for their spouses, they stopped talking. When his wife passed he reached out to his lost love again and found out she had  also been widowed. So after 62 years they were finally reunited.

When I met them she seemed like the strong one physically. The husband walks slightly hunched over and with a cane, but regardless they were a lovely and sweet couple. Being a hopeless romantic, I loved their story and loved them as a couple. After I met them I remember praying for them and asking God that they would enjoy their last years together. Unfortunately, in recent weeks the wife hadn't come to church because she had become sick. I kept her in my prayers but learned today she passed over the weekend. Her husband was sitting in front of us in obvious pain.

As we sang songs I came up to him crying and we both held each other with tears running down both our faces. I asked him how long had they been married and he told me two and half years which seems so unfair. So I looked at him in the eyes and told him "You have those two and a half years forever in your heart" and he agreed. He told me he appreciated my love  and we just stood there a little while with are arms around each other. He later spoke in front of the church and told us they had dated a while before they got married. So they actually had six years total, although, only two and a half of it was being married. I was glad they had more than two and half years together, but would have liked them to have more than the six they got. But he was grateful that God brought them together  at all.

It's an amazing story and even though it ended tragically too soon, at least they ended it-- together.


Olivia McGuire 

A Spider

I saw a spider in the hallway.
I told my self to be brave.
I stomped and I conquered.


Olivia McGuire

A Diamond

 a diamond in the ground

waiting to be found 

by you

Olivia McGuire

Three Words I Long to Hear

There are three words I long to hear:

"You've won money."

Olivia McGuire

You Don't Need a Plane

You don't always need to ride a plane
and go away on vacation to find adventure.
Sometimes an adventure is just a drive away.

                 Olivia McGuire

Who's Afraid of Who?

If aliens exist,

no wonder they stay

away from us.

Our world is filled

with so much

hatred and violence.

Olivia McGuire

Memories of New Orleans

live music

the smell of beer

streets filled with crowds

rot iron gates

Beignets

dimly lit old taverns

carriage rides

 historic buildings

shotgun houses

po boy sandwiches 

fancy restaurants

dark and quiet cobblestone streets 

plantation homes

fried oysters

street artists and poets

graveyards

vampires and ghosts

Olivia McGuire

road trip

Whenever I go on a road trip
I think of all the people I'll never know
all the places I've yet to go
Whether I'm driving through the country,
the desert, or the forest trees
I'm spellbound --excited--at all I see
I think I could ride on and on
just as long as I've got gas and melodic songs

Olivia McGuire

A Life of Dreams and Illness

I day dream a lot

of places I've never seen,

lives I'll never lead,

and things I'll never do.


Olivia McGuire

Read books

If you read lots of books,

you never run out of

things to talk about.

Olivia McGuire

When I Sleep

Sometimes when I sleep

I dream you're still mine

Then I wake

and you are nowhere to be found

That is where the nightmare is

not in my slumber

but in my waking hours

Olivia McGuire

Flowers can

Even in your brokenness

flowers can bloom.

Olivia McGuire