Post Secret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard. Each week I am filled with anticipation to see which few postcards were selected ontheir blog. I always seem to find one or more that I can connect with. Some even seem like they were written by me and I just forgot I'd done it. Others I connect with in different ways.
This week, I really liked:
After spending the week helping my grandparents, this postcard rang particularly close to home. I watched my grandfather and grandmother continue to share sweet moments with each other. "Dears" and "Darlings" were a plenty. Kisses goodnight and goodbye were shared often.
This is particularly sweet if you saw them.
My grandfather is a renal diabetic who utilizes a wheelchair after requiring an amputation up to his knee on one side and a couple of toes off the other (because of his diabetes the blood flow to extremities is a problem). He just had his 11th heart attack (Yea, you read that right... 11th!). He is physically falling apart. He goes to dialysis every other day for failing kidneys. So he is either extremely fatigued from the dialysis that day, or weak and ill the next day from the process (and since he goes every other day this means he is sick and tired every day of the week). He is on the verge of blindness from horrible cataracts. Despite being dependent on nurses to care for him, he is still incredibly smart, sharp, and witty. He still sits in on board meetings through teleconference.
My grandmother is the opposite. Physically she is doing well. She has arthritis and uses a cane, but she can get around fairly independently. But unlike my grandfather, her age is showing in her mind. She has Alzheimer's. She is in between the 5th and 6th stages, so it is getting pretty severe.
However, every night, despite their illnesses. He shakily leans toward her and she remembers him and they kiss goodnight.
It makes me want to smile and cry at the same time.
And I hope my husband and I are so lucky to have each other by our sides when we reach that stage in life. I hope we always hold onto our playfulness. In sickness and in health. In youth and in old age.