I first wrote about this in March, so if you haven't read previously about my sweet neighbors, in their 80's, you might want to. They are such a good example of true love, a Christian love and they just speak right to my heart through their actions and affection with one another.
Mr. W is such a kind and gentle man, very outgoing and willing to lend a hand for anything. As a matter of fact a couple of years ago we had a big storm blow through and it left a huge limb in our backyard. T set out with his chain-saw and got to work. Without any words, Mr. W entered our backyard, put on his work gloves and started picking up limbs and placing them in our wheelbarrow. No words needed to be said, he just did it. We often think about what a wonderful example of loving one another and being kind to your neighbor that he displayed in that simple act of kindness.
As I previously posted, Mrs. W has cancer and she is losing the battle quickly. Hospice has now been called in and it is just a waiting game at this point.
My other neighbor happens to be their grand-daughter and I had the pleasure of chatting with her yesterday about her grandmother (Mrs. W) and how she was doing. This is when she told me it was just a matter of hours, days..they really don't know. I asked about how Mr. W was holding up and she said, "Well, he's just pitiful." She proceeded to tell me things that confirmed even greater about how true their love is.
She said he strokes her hair and tells her how pretty she looks. She caught him saying to his sick wife while stroking her hair, "My, you are just so pretty. I've thought you were beautiful since the first time I saw you..." and he picked up her hand and looked at her fragile, wrinkled hands and fingernails, ones that she used to have the habit of bitting, and said, "Oooh, look at your pretty fingernails. You stopped bitting them...they look beautiful."
As if that wasn't enough of a tear jerker for me, the grand-daughter continued and said he said to his wife, "Honey, if I can get everyone here to leave, I might get me some sugar." The grand-daughter looked over at her somewhat unresponsive grandmother and she was puckering her tired little lips..........
Mr. W handles this all extremely well, as well as can be expected. But the day last week when they had to bring in a hospital bed for her, his daughter found him in his bedroom sobbing and screaming into his bed pillow. He said, "She will never be back in our bed, my bed again. I have slept in this bed with her for over sixty years now, and I won't be able to do that anymore."
It is all so bitter sweet to hear all of that. On one hand you are so saddened by it, and on another you are so thankful to have been witness to such a Godly couple whose love is as strong now as ever. And I am comforted, as I'm sure they are, that they will be reunited again in perfect form.
As much as I don't want to grow old, I want to grow old with my man. I want to be married over 60 years too. I want us to hold each others wrinkled hands and stroke each others white hair. I want us to feel the blessed assurance of salvation and being reuinted the way our sweet neighbors do.