describes the nature of my grandparents 55 year marriage |
i never understood their love or at least not hers the Buck was a traditional man and he rarely acknowledged a need for his wife for his Molly macho but never mean or cruel he was bossy occasionally rude and never for the life of me did i understand her patience her love once only i’ve seen and understood the depth of his love for her of his need of his fear she had fainted his Molly was unconscious and the panic in his eyes the tenderness in the way he lifted her delicately preciously from the floor the worry as he paced the hospital room painted the picture and i understood the Buck loved Molly but still I never understood her love her patience her constancy her endurance the Buck my grandfather is a good man but it takes a tragedy now he was in the hospital the surgery was routine went excellent and he should have recovered quickly strong as the Buck was but he is a baby and we all knew it at 78 his Molly stayed with him three nights rested her senior bones on a hospital couch because he needed her was afraid and she his Molly was patient I never understood her love for him her patience her constancy her endurance her kindness as he sat up in bed one day his sock fell and the surgery had made him helpless she knelt gracefully humbly lovingly and slid it gently onto his foot there were nurses to do that sort of thing but her love knew no bounds knows no limitations 55 years she nursed him cared for him loved him and the modern world the modern idea of love could not change her would not change her love |