I have spent a bit of time with my parents recently, my dad is needing some hospital care. We had a hospital appointment, sat there waiting, my mum and dad together as ever, my mum anxious, protective and frail yet strong, and my dad stoic and gentle.
We see the specialist…my dad has to strip off, an unusual thing to be asked to do in your late 80s by an attractive woman in her 40s, so he goes behind a curtain and we lose him. He is examined and then asked to get dressed in that way that doctors have.
My mum gets up and asks from our side of the curtain if he needs some help putting his socks on. I don’t know why but that bit all of a sudden makes me want to cry. I look at the doctor and say something like…” These guys are from another generation aren’t they…” , she looks moved too and nods affirmatively saying… “Yes it is very humbling, something to aspire to..”
If you are reading this and you know what I mean then you will know I am trying, badly, to describe that tenderness of care and love that you sometimes see between couples who have been together a very long time, a lifetime in fact. I think is is a topic worth exploring.