I think love, especially the kind of love that makes a relationship last 45 years, is really hard to explain or define. I thought I understood my parents' relationship, but when my mother died... my father's reaction -- it made me realize that I never understood how much he cared about her. I realized I had been arrogant for thinking that by simply being a spectator I somehow knew what was in his heart.
People are complicated.
RE: It was a different time then