Her love for him was astounding.
After months in the hospital he came home. Everyone at the hospital warned her about the work it would take to support him at home. Everyone warned her about the complexities of his need. Everyone told her that there was no hope, that he would not get better. She listened. And listened. And listened.
And brought him home.
A big hospital bed made it's way through the lobby and into their apartment.
Wheelchairs and mobility aids followed along with medical supplies.
She never wavered, she opened the door to whatever he needed.
She spoke to us about his need to eat. She spoke to us about her faith in his will to live. She told us that when you love someone you do what needs to be done. Love does not question need. Love does not resent care. Love may not conquer disease but it sure as hell can conquer aloneness. He would not be in a hospital alone, he would be home with her. As long as he needed. As long as he lasted.
She is a hard woman. Her hands were shaped from years of hard work. Her no nonsense manner brought her respect even admiration.
But it was her love of him that defined her in my mind. It made the lines in her face soften. It made the tone of her voice lift. One could tell that, in her heart, love had taken root in her life.
He is gone.
Today there will be a viewing.
Tomorrow she will be alone as he flies home to another country to lie near his children.
I have not seen her since he left us.
I pray that when I look in her eyes I will still see love there. I pray that she still feels warmth from his embrace. I pray that her strong, strong heart, does not break.