Maria

Maria is the granddaughter of a man whose funeral I attended today.  I met her for the first time today and we had a delightful conversation covering matters of life and death with ideas of spirituality and love.  I do hope I meet her again to find out how her proposed career in animation is progressing.

I went to the funeral because the deceased wife was my Mom's first cousin,  the deceased was a schoolfriend of my father and Robert and Yvonne met at my parents' wedding in 1954.  She told me today that at the dance after mom and Dad's wedding,  she and Robert kept looking at each other across the room until he plucked up the courage to ask her to dance.  True love.  Life long.