How many of us can remember at least one incident where we did something strictly for love? Whether it was love of a partner, a family member, a place, an animal, or all of the above? Even knowing it might well be an uneven trade. We could give our all and in the end, have only empty hands and empty hearts to show for our efforts.
I went looking for one of the classic versions of this song, and found a gem by Aretha Franklin. What a unique interpretation.
We might even ask ourselves: Was it worth the time and effort and sacrifice? Each of us must answer for ourselves. In the meantime, there are morning walks, and good memories.
Making Memories
Mona Karel Author 