He addressed the whole crowd. As he glanced up, a piece of hair, once so neatly in place with the rest of the white hairs on his head, fell across his forehead.
“You know, I have been married for 67 years and I have never once considered it a sacrifice.” His thick German accent made it necessary to strain in order to understand what he was saying.
He then turned his attention to his wife, sitting in the front row. Her pearl necklace falling over her cardigan and her hands folded neatly on her lap. “Never once.”
“Unless you look at sacrifice like this: something that gives up what it is, to become a better form of itself. Like the gold in the fire. It becomes more pure, more full of light, more beautiful. If you look at it like that, then yes.”