What one would not do in the name of love!

Taking advantage of the sunny skies this afternoon, the dogs and I went to Lincoln Memorial Park to visit the patch of dirt under which my priceless treasure, my beloved Shahdi, is buried. The sun was deceiving because in actuality it was a bitterly cold day, only 20 degrees Fahrenheit. However,on the way to Shahdi's resting place, my attention was caught by a man sitting on a folding lawn chair by a grave, dressed in a heavy coat with a thick blanket on his lap. His silhouette  reminded me of someone sitting on a beach looking at the horizon above the water, even though in reality he was in a snow-covered cemetery in sub-freezing temperature! Apparently, love and longing had made him oblivious to the harsh condition of the day and surrounding area. I wondered if he had lost a child like us, or maybe a beloved spouse, or sibling, or friend. What one would not do in the name of love!