Soon it will be like when they first met.
He lived in his home and she lived in hers,
yet they thrived on being together.
At least once a day they talked by the phone,
plotting more moments together.
Evenings she rode her bike from her home,
pedaling a short distance to his.
In front of his house they sat, talked ’til dusk,
then looked forward to more times together.
After fifty-eight years of sharing a bed,
Soon he’ll sleep in his room, she in hers—
no longer sleeping together.
She’ll ride on a scooter from her room to his,
down the hall, through a door, a short distance.
They’ll sit and hold hands, she’ll speak soft words to him,
and they’ll cherish their time more than ever.
To all my dear friends, loyal readers, and random passers-by. Soon my parents will be moving to a new residence—Dad from the hospital, where he’s spent the last few days, to a skilled-nursing unit where he will be cared for, and Mom to a cozy assisted-living apartment in the same facility, where she will be supported as she fights a newly diagnosed cancer. Much has changed in a week.
I will likely not be writing, reading, or visiting for a while as I continue to devote my time and energy to supporting and easing this transition.
As always, your prayers and good wishes are welcome and appreciated.