Brilliant and inspiring, Lisa!
Sixteen years ago, we bought our current house from a couple who were probably in their seventies. The husband, a kind, gentle man, had Parkinson’s disease, and walked very slowly. I saw his wife, unbeknown to her, walking behind him with a cruel, hateful expression on her face, pushing and pinching him to go faster.
He died about a year later. About four years after that, a car pulled round the corner, stopped and the widow got out. Though slightly wizened, and in her early eighties, she was radiant and beautiful. She came to tell us that she was in love with a wonderful man, and that they were about to get married. What a joyful transformation.