Sunday, September 12, 2010
The man in the moon
I am grateful for a lot of things tonight. I am reminded again of how small but precious my family is. My wife and her parents are my closest family. My parents are gone. We have no children and were only children ourselves. Her aging parents are struggling a bit with health problems that come as they approach 90 years of age. On Friday, C.'s dad was hospitalized again for blood loss due to intestinal bleeding. He is still in the hospital but is stable and appears to have perked up.
I know that it is going to be very hard on C. when her parents die. It's going to be hard when one goes and the other is left behind. They have been married 67 years. Her dad was telling the nurses that on Friday evening. And they were marveling at the longevity of the marriage. When most relationships are over in just a few years, it is hard to think in terms of so many years together. And I know that not all those years were easy ones.
How do you face the loss when a person has been a part of your life for that long? I guess you just move languidly through your days. And with each passing day, the pain will get a bit less. Or maybe you decide that after 67 years together, it isn't worth going on. I have a feeling that it will be the latter with her parents. They are truly dependent on each other.
Whatever happens, the moon will still be there, the rivers will still flow, the leaves on the sycamores will turn brown, and the seasons will change. I like to think that the man in the moon is looking down and smiling in anticipation of giving us a spectacular show at the end of September. And I am grateful to have my small but much loved family still here. One day, one hour, one heartbeat at a time........