I was happy to see her. smiled and greeted. 'oh, I miss him so much!' she cried when she saw me. of course she was. they got married in the previous century (literally). he died recently and she is still here. with this unbearable emptiness inside, he used to fill. I used to visit them on regular basis before. but I was coming to see him. I couldn't help her managing his dementia and I can't absolutely help her now. when the part of your own life is taken away, you realize it was also the meaning and goal. love looking after each other being for each other and now...? you probably understand better than me concept of numbers; they were both over nineties and married most of these years. short long volume emotions you can't measure love devotion life lost healing is where I can mend but 'the over'- that's something else it's another story that's why you shouldn't waste the infinity you squeezed into clocks creating illusion of control, measu...