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Letter: A definition of love in the face of death

By Sara Ricker, Worthington I think I know what love is. I had a friend, and her name was Evelyn. I was with her almost every day.She had a daughter, Robin, and a beloved son-in-law, Dave. They were also with her every day. They went on errands a...

By Sara Ricker, Worthington

I think I know what love is. I had a friend, and her name was Evelyn. I was with her almost every day.
She had a daughter, Robin, and a beloved son-in-law, Dave. They were also with her every day. They went on errands as needed, went to the store, pharmacy, to the Spirit Lake doctors with her, stood by her when she went into the attic, changed bandages, spent many hours just being with her and loving her with all they could give. When Evelyn fell very ill and was finally admitted into the Spirit Lake Hospital, one of them was always by her side.
And there was Robin and Dave’s son, Trenton. While everyone was holding her, kissing her, encouraging her and saying their goodbyes, Trenton was in the background handling all the details and responsibilities of the business while he gave his mother and father as much time as he was able to be with a woman he himself loved with all his heart.
He gave his precious time with love to others. I think that’s what love is.

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