When I took up blogging last autumn the first person I met online was a French lady called Mousie, who keeps an amazing blog. Through Mousie I met Ruth of the Gardening Blog. These are two of my best friends online.
All the time I have known her, as well as keeping an amazing garden, Ruth has been caring 24-7 for her husband Mick. Ruth and Mick have been together for 18++ years but 2 years ago tragedy struck when Mick was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour and given just weeks to live. Mick couldn't speak or walk, was wheelchair bound. Ruth remained by his side. She did everything for him.
This last weekend Mick passed on from this world. To Ruth, an incredible lady, I want to say:
Your example is a shining light. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
To the poems and tributes I want to add this Biblical quote. It is from 1 Corinthians 13.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease, as for knowledge, it will pass away. For our knowledge is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope live abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
To read the story in her own words, see Ruth's Million Stories.
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