He tried to whisper to her, and she could see that it was a struggle. She gestured him to be quiet, and stroked his hair gently, tears pouring down her face..
The rock she has leaned on for so many years - the man she has adored, she has loved and cared for her entire life - was slowly fading away right in front of her. And she was powerless. All the tears,the pleading and the prayers could not stop him dying, could not stop her heart breaking.
How could she be without him? How could she wake up tomorrow and not see him reading that paper in his chair, sipping his coffee too damn loud, calling her 'Adi'.. Oh, how she hated when he called her 'Adi'! Who would she shout at? Who would she tell off?
He coughed loudly and she thought How selfish I am! How he's suffering!
She rested her head on his shoulder and tightened the hold on his arm. Please don't die! she mouthed, not letting him hear.
He was weeping too and she kissed the tears carefully, knowing that it wasn't death he cried for, but leaving her; it was her being alone that he was thinking of too. Her, walking around the house like a mad woman, not knowing what to sing to face the pain. He knew her all to well.. she would sing that ballad about the lonely bird and she would cry, stirring the pots of soups and stews, filling the glasses of all the people who will have come to the wake. She would smile at them too, and tell funny stories about their life together. She'll be strong, she'll be...
My grandparents were together for almost 60 years and they loved each other more than any couple I've met. My grandma has been alone for 5 years now, still thinking and talking about her beloved husband every day, with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes..
I would have loved to share a photo of my grandparents with you, but I've painfully realized that I have none with me and their home is 2000 miles away.
Thank you so much for reading!
Until next time, Steem on!
Corina
