My beloved spouse is still recovering from a relapse of a long-term bout of illness caused by an infection from two microbial organisms transmitted by a tick bite.
It worries me that each evening, I literally have to hold him and guide him to the bathroom and then bedroom, as he is not quite able to walk on his own. But holding him, guiding him, and loving him is not a burden, but my devotion.
Most days, my spouse does fine. He is working on more courses to obtain a second bachelor’s degree. He works at his studies all day. Fortunately, he can do that from the comfort of our home.
I prepare special meals for him to eat for breakfast and lunch while I am away at work. He assures me (and I can tell from the dishes in the sink) that he is eating.
When I arrive home from work, I catch up on our respective days and prepare dinner. I seldom go out after dinner to community meetings any more. My community involvement is reduced to being “an old sage”. I let the younger dudes take on the challenges of community involvement. My volunteer involvement these days is more focused on my senior pals, doing odd-jobs and taking them grocery shopping on weekends.
These days after dinner, my spouse and I retreat to our basement leisure room. He prefers to watch TV shows that he has recorded on his Tivo. I sit next to him and hold his hand. I enjoy that … just relaxing and feeling the warmth of his hand in mine.
My man will get better. I have faith. Always. Deep faith.
Meanwhile, I share the following song with you, which is a tune that my spouse found and played for me the morning of the day we married. I particularly love the phrase, “Just one look at you, I know it’s gonna be a lovely day!” Aww…
Life is short: love your man.