Those of you that know me, know that my Mother In Law had a massive stroke on March 25. She's 81 years old, and while she's making progress, it is extremely slow. Her left side is useless right now, and her eyes don't track past the midline going to the left. She's in a rehab facility where she gets 3 hours of therapy a day. Donald, his sisters and I have been focused on taking care of Mrs. Bryan. He has one sister that lives in Wilmington. She goes every day during the week and takes Mr. Bryan with her. Donald and I trade weekends with his other sister, who lives here in Raleigh. To say we are all tired is an understatement.
We've been so focused on Mrs. Bryan, that we haven't really thought about how Mr. Bryan must feel. They were married in December, 1947. If you're good in math, that makes 61 years. For all this time, they've spent almost every day together. And since retirement, they hardly spend an hour apart from each other. Mr. Bryan is completely lost without her. But this isn't about making you feel sorry for Mr. Bryan. This is a love story.
Last week, Donald's sister in Wilmington called with this story. When she went to pick up her dad to take him to the facility, he had a beautiful arrangement of flowers. He doesn't drive, so when Linda asked him where they came from, he explained that he had gone out in the yard and clipped some of the flowers from her garden. Flowers have always been an important part of her life. In the arrangement, he had azaleas, irises, and blossoms from red tips. He carried it very carefully into the facility and when he got to the room, he said, "I wanted to bring the yard to you, since you can't go to the yard right now."
Isn't it wonderful that after 61 years, he still loves her with all his heart?