Someone I hold very dear in my heart has gone home to be with the Lord. I loved her. She never knew my name, but she knew my heart. And though I never heard her speak the tender words, I know she loved me too.
I met my friend in a memory care unit. We visited weekly, sharing stories and laughter and tears. Our relationship grew from acquaintance to friendship to love.
While I spoke with words, she spoke mostly with her loving eyes, her warm smile, and the grasp of her hand.
So how do I know she loved me?
She always looked back.
Let me explain.
As a young child, growing up on the farm, my parents always reminded me of how fragile life can be. They taught me never to take for granted the time we have to spend with each other. We don’t know when our time here is complete, and we should take every opportunity to show our love for one another. One way to practice this was to simply remember to always look back.
Look back when you are leaving.
Look back and say I love you.
Look back and wave goodbye.
Look back with hugs and kisses.
Just look back.
I still practice this today. When I am leaving home I remember. When I am leaving my parents’ farm I remember. When I am leaving the memory ward I remember.
That’s how I know my friend loved me.
You see. We always found each other looking back.