The love of my life

The first person most of us love in life is generally always Mum. It was no different for me. After all she was the one who fed, cared, kept secrets and loved me unconditionally.

In my early teens, I had my first exposure to the romantic kind of love. She was the one for me, the one I would spend the rest of my life with - or so I thought. Until reality hit and well, I got dumped!

The next time I felt genuine love, I was lucky to have it for keeps; we got married and the honeymoon period lasted well over 7 years. It was she who told me aware that I was a one woman man, and that I could not truly love more than one person in my life at a time. She was the one at the time. I smiled, cos that made her happy, but scoffed at the thought.

"You don't love me anymore, you have changed", she said one day. There's another girl in your life. It was true, there was someone else - I could not hide it anymore. All my love and attention were now directed to her - when darling daughter was born. 

When dad fell ill, for a year until he passed, he was the center of my existence. His happiness, health and well being was all I cared for, once I realised we'd switched positions, from him being the provider, to me being the primary caregiver.

When I lost a very dear friend - the sense of loss, of sorrow seemed very different from anything I had felt before.

That's when I realised, that we all have a lot more love than what can be consumed by one. I see that every day. I feel it for all of you. And I hope you will feel it in the call, the smile, the exchange of a glance or the hug you receive from me today.