Being A Part Of Someone

While at work, I was talking to Mary. She is from Trinidad originally and now lives 50 miles from my hospital. She was in her husband’s room who was airlifted to our hospital from a smaller hospital for complex surgery.

Mary asked me when her husband will be discharged as he has been in the hospital for over a week. Her husband had just had a complex surgery and if baffled me that she would want to even start talking about the discharge.

On further questioning, she stated -” he is a part of me, and I’m a part of him. The home, the life, the world seems incomplete without him”. Mary met her husband when she was 16 and they have been together for over 60 years. She is the first man she fell in love with and still is in love with.

As I walked out of the room, I wondered if this deep a feeling even possible on our new new world?

So much more comes in the way – career, money, choices, glitter, options. There is so much more in our world. Relationships are important, but so much at par with the rest.

Somewhere I would want to feel I’m a part of someone, to believe so strongly in someone. But, I think we are way far to go back to this way of living.

 

 

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