The old couples

The eighty-three-year-old granny is the only person taking care of her husband, the eighty-six years. He is down with myelodysplasia syndrome and requires monthly blood transfusion. They speak only Hakka, but acquired sentences of broken bahasa due to the frequent hospital visits.

This time around, he suffered from pneumonia. It has been day 2 of hospitalization, she remained by his side. Her care never cease to amaze me. From feeding, dressing, clearing up phlegm, tepid sponging to each tender touch that reflects true actions of love.

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, till death do us part."

How many of us do mean it I wonder.

Getting along is a rough ride. Selflessness would ease sailing through. I am a tad envious of the old couple actually.

Dear God, let our relationship mounts more of You and less of ourselves.