Unsung hero

Almost 46 years ago Frank and I looked into each other's eyes and promised to be there for each other, 'for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, as long as we both shall live'
We have both lived up to those promises throughout our long and happy marriage. Time can dim memories and dull emotion. But the vows we made to each other are imbedded in the deepest part of our psych.  Without giving it a thought we each step up to the plate and take care of the other in whatever way it is needed. 
I fear I sometimes take it for granted that Frank will sacrifice his own desires to take care of me when I am sick. He has been the unsung hero of these last six months. Yesterday was no exception. 
Being the caretaker means doing a lot of waiting. The patient is involved in various procedures, while the caretaker either sits by her side, or in the waiting room. Frank bought a big book, the NY Times and his lunch. Fortunately there was a big TV in the waiting room and he got to watch his golf tournament.
After the surgery I was in a lot of pain. He intuitively stayed by me without expecting any small talk. As we drove home I just lay back against the seat and closed my eyes. I could feel his concern and his occasional glance at me. When we got home I gingerly made it to my bed. Then I sent him off to fill a prescription.  I just laid there and didn't move until he came back. 
I needed him to help me put pants on, pick things up off the floor and just generally be available. 
This stage of a marriage is less romantic than that joyful beginning you see above. But the love is deeper and stronger, after a lifetime of sharing love, pain, grief and joy. How lucky we are to have each other!