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When I work at the Y on Wednesday afternoons, an older lady, probably in her mid or late sixties, has physical therapy. Her husband brings her for her appointment and he sits in the hall and waits with her for the therapist, and then opens the door to the pool for her so she can get in with her walker. You can just tell by the way he handles her that she's his world. That's a beautiful idea, but almost bittersweet in this instance. I watch the man walk around while he waits for his wife. He looks sad a lot of times. Yesterday he went and stood outside for a while and he came in wiping his eyes. Maybe he just got something in them. It would be sad though, watching your spouse's health fade before your own. When he came inside he just stood at the pool door watching her. He loves her, and you can tell just by looking at him looking at her.
I hope that I end up as lucky as that lady, with someone to look at me that way even when I'm old and I can't get around without a walker.
I hope that I end up as lucky as that lady, with someone to look at me that way even when I'm old and I can't get around without a walker.