My grandparents were both in different hospitals last week - first my grandpa had a stroke, then four days later my grandma broke her hip. This is probably the first time in 20+ years that they haven't seen each other every single day. I've never seen my grandpa cry, but he teared up when he asked us how my grandma was. The only thing that kept him from crying was when my dad told him that the nurses say my grandma is "feisty."
Their kids laughed that it'd be better for them to be in separate rooms at the nursing home they're recovering in, so they get a break from each other. It's common knowledge in our family that they drive each other crazy. And yet on their first day there, they're walking the halls together and spending hours just sitting in the same room.
And on this, the eve of our fifth anniversary, they are the image running through my mind. I want to write all about my amazing husband (an ode something like this one), but all I can picture is my grandpa - feeling completely lost because he hasn't seen his wife in 36 hours. A love like that. A relationship that outsiders, and even their own family, can't ever fully appreciate. A marriage that can withstand everything that 64 years can throw at it.
That's what I want. And praise be to God, that's what I have. A husband that will be at my side, every day, for the rest of my life.
Happy 5th anniversary, Gregory. Here's to the next 59.
