When a loved one is 'out of sorts' so to speak, all energies go toward making that one special person feel as comfortable as possible - spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. While endeavoring to meet all of the daily demands and maintain sanity, thoughts of one's self seem to somehow become insignificant yet that ability to sustain self does not go unnoticed.
Not sure if it is proper etiquette to reblog one of your own posts, but today this one seemed most fitting. It has been over a year since the hospital incident referenced here. In fact, almost a year to the day, another incident, much more serious, landed my husband, Jim, in a hospital bed for a month. Now, home for the past two weeks has still presented hardships and catastrophes unexpected.
He is my life, my soul mate, and continues to capture my heart on a daily basis. Even in times of unimaginable pain, he finds a way to focus on others, not himself. I love this story and I will never forget The Teardrop!