In Every Lifetime, I’ll Find You

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In a quiet home tucked in the hills,
two pure souls lived a life of love.
That was all they ever knew.
No noise.
No grand declarations.
Just the comfort of belonging
and the kind of silence that only deep love understands.

He called her life.
She called him home.
They raised two sons,
built a world full of warmth,
and lived each day like it mattered.
Because to them, it did.

Until one day, life changed.
A small lump.
A routine check.
A few tests.
And suddenly,
everything was different.

“It’s nothing,” they said.
“It’s early.”
But it wasn’t.

It became countless chemo sessions,
hospital corridors,
nights with no sleep,
and a quiet war they fought together.

She was fierce.
And he, 
he never left her side.

Their sons stood by too,
but it was his eyes she searched for
every time the pain became unbearable.
And he was always there.

It was five years, they said,
those healers clad in white.
She gave them eleven.

She watched her sons get married.
She became a grandmother.
She cooked when she could,
laughed when she had the strength,
and made sure every corner of that house
was filled with memory.

And when she left,
everything fell silent again.
But not the peaceful kind.

There was a void.
Loud and heavy.

We tried to move on.
But something in me kept wishing
if only we could bring her back.
I whispered it to the Universe.

Years later,
when we least expected it,
I was blessed again.
Blessed twice!

And when my little miracle was born,
we felt it.
That same energy.
The same spark.

She was her own person,
a whirlwind of energy and joy,
but there was something about her.
Like a piece of my mother-in-law
had found its way back to us.

And the bond she shares with her grandad?
Unreal.
She chose him.
Just like he did.
Every time.

She runs to him,
waits for him,
laughs with him.
And he looks at her
like he knows.
Like he's been given another chance.

Their love was always special.
I saw it most clearly the day he had his heart scare.

He felt uneasy.
Didn’t tell anyone much.
Just went to get it checked.
Told her he’d call.

And when he did,
he kept it calm.
“It’s just a minor heart attack,” he said.
“Don’t worry.”
He even booked her a cab,
told the hospital to prepare a room
so she could rest while he underwent surgery.

Yes.
Even in his emergency,
he thought of her first.

She had just come off chemo.
She was exhausted.
But she came.

When he came out of surgery,
he saw her waiting, tired but smiling.
“I’m going nowhere,” he told her.
“Go rest. I’ll be fine.”

When he heard she had been given a bed in a general ward,
he lost it.
“My wife is a patient too.
She needs a proper room.
She needs comfort.
Make it happen.”

This,
from a man fresh out of heart surgery.

That’s the love they shared.
The kind that doesn’t need explaining.
The kind that doesn’t care who’s watching.
The kind that puts the other person first,
every single time.

That’s the love that stayed with us,
even after she left.

That’s the love we see again now,
in our daughter’s eyes,
her spirit,
her bond with him.

Sometimes, love finds its way back.
In a new form.
In a new life.

But when it’s real,
when it’s rooted deep,
it always finds a way.

' In every lifetime...

I'LL FIND YOU !!'


By 

AeVey J

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