This is the legacy Marva and Ambrose (Sr.) left me, and I am proud of it.

They were one another’s “love” and best friend, up to the month my mom entered the hospital a final time. For her last battle. May she rest in peace.

I remember the last kiss I saw them both have, full of love, and humored at my aim to make them both laugh during.

They had to maneuver their wheel chairs and lean beyond what was possible, to reach each other. So I said something like “Old age love,” framing the moment with the kind of crude humor you can have with people who are absolutely clear you love and admire them.

They kissed in that way, that transmits ‘I love you.’ And it was a really sweet moment between them. I remember it like yesterday.

I loved that moment.

And their love.

It’s a stain, on my life, in the best way.

And I know my mom and dad, wanted me to find someone of my own, like they each had. Someone to love me to my last days too. But this is a different time, where women hustle love and men status date. I’m grateful I was present to theirs, and one of my own once.

It’s enough.