My grandmother is 96 years old now. She was only 28 years old when her first husband was killed at the WWII. She remarried 3 years later. It has been 68 years since they parted, but she talks about him as if she sees him. Very gently and sensitively she brought out two amulets smeared with his blood from the back of the drawer. Strong or even persistent sense of caring and affection towards him. Buddha's quote says it all.