It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life together—a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall have place in the heart of every wife that loves, until the end of time; and it shall be called by my name.But if one of us must go first, it is my prayer that it shall be I; for he is strong, I am weak, I am not so necessary to him as he is to me—life without him would not be life; how could I endure it? This prayer is also immortal, and will not cease from being offered up while my race continues. I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be repeated.

AT EVE’S GRAVE

ADAM: Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.

From “The Diaries of Adam and Eve,” by Mark Twain

When I see elderly men and woman lonely and desolate, I think about this brilliant snippet by Mark Twain.  His imagination had no limits.  And neither should a husband’s love for his wife nor should the wife’s love for her husband.  This type of love still exists.  It is more frequent that we think because people don’t realize that they are blessed with it until the spouse is no longer among us.  I don’t agree with Mark Twain’s statement that men are strong and women are weak. This perception has changed. Definitely, women have always been stronger than men mentally and emotionally.