For better. For worse. In sickness. In health. Oh, yeah. I’m all for the better and health part, aren’t you? But, what happens when the worse and sickness hits? Well, you show up. That’s what happens.

You put the closest hospital into the GPS after the accidental fall…just in case.

You pull into the drugstore on the way, and buy over the counter meds and a cane…because the pain’s real, and I can’t walk on my own.

You stand at the fast-food, women’s bathroom door…and wait for a knock, to open it from the outside…because I can’t open it.

You drive to the Emergency Room, get a wheelchair, and push me into the hospital…not knowing what might come next.

You tell the ER doc, after he shows you the x-rays of my broken hip, he’ll have to get permission from me, not you, to operate…you know me too well.

You hold my hand as they wheel me to surgery…and kiss me one more time.

You accompany me to the rest area family handicap restroom on the drive home…hunt down someone who has a key…only the key doesn’t fit…so you help me hobble to the women’s restroom.

You put foam on the handles of my walker to stop the blisters from forming on my hands. You put the orthopedic stockings on my legs because I can’t reach my feet. You make sure the bath chair is warm before you help me into the shower. You diligently place the bandage over my incision, even though that’s not in your comfort zone. You help me get dressed. You fix all my meals, and make special treats. You fill my water bottles day and night, so I can take my pain pills. You help me get into and out of the bed, until I’m able to do it on my own. You take time off work to drive me to my doctor appointments, and much, much, more. Why?

Because twenty-two years ago, you made a vow to love, honor, and cherish. In sickness. And in health. And because you put your love into action.

Thank you.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen.                            1 Corinthians 13:7-8 (Phillips Translation)

My prayer for each of you reading this, is that you have people in your lives who show up, and that you do the same.

I wish you well.

Sandy

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