man of my dreams

there is this old man at the west ward of my floor at the hospital. i would always see him every morning at the start of my shift, sometimes, even before my shift at 7 in the morning. at times, i would see him sleep at this woman's room. i wondered how he was related to the woman. at lunch, he would feed her. then he waits until the night sets in. he would leave for an hour and then go back again. and then the cycle repeats again. i see him the next morning.

and he sits there.

he sits on this leather chair..so uncomfortably. and yet, patiently, he sits there. i would pass by and i would ask, " are you okay? do you need anything? " and he would just smile back at me. i assumed he did not understood what i said. he spoke spanish only. sometimes, i would catch him staring at her. sometimes, he gives her the bed bath, he pulls the covers all the way to her neck so she won't get cold.

one day, i was assigned to this patient. i found out he was the husband of this woman. they have been married for fifty years now. apparently, the wife was diagnosed of congestive heart failure and suffered a stroke. she has been in the hospital for thirty days now. and each and every day i worked, i would see him there..never miss.

what a dedicated man. for fifty years, he devoted himself to her. and for thirty days now, he sits there beside her just waiting for her to get better. sometimes, when she gets into respiratory distress, he would panic and tears would fall from his face. on the corner, he would cry silently. and i just stand there watching him....wathcing him hurt because she is in pain. when he cries, you can see that she meant the whole world to him. and if she goes, his whole world will collapse

love is such a powerful feeling. this old couple stood through thick and thin and even atthis very moment, they are still fighting for each other. i dream of a man like him. someone who will take care of me, someone who will be there for me especially when i am sick, someone who will sit there in that hospital room, just waiting for me to wake and smile at him. sometimes, wheni think of my future husband ( whoever he may be), i think of this old man who religiously took care of his wife int he hospital.

that's what i call, " true love."

posted by pinay freestyle @ 11:56 PM

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