My grandmother had a heart attack yesterday. I watched my grandfather crumble like a piece of paper, and my heart broke.
I'll preface this to say that she's stable and awake, but in the ICU. Prayers are appreciated--we need healing around her heart!
Yesterday was just a normal Thursday...she had a minor procedure and then everything happened. I never expected to spend my day sitting in a hospital...waiting on news. Waiting on hope. Waiting on anything. All we did was wait.
And you know what? My medical mind was somewhat (as much as possible) calm--we were at my hospital and I knew the nurses there were taking excellent care of her. The doctor said she was a miracle. We all believed that and knew it because prayer is powerful. Although I was anxious and nervous and begging God to heal her, my heart was in pieces for my grandfather, too.
My sweet grandfather. The love of her life for 50+ years. They've been married for twice as long as I've been alive, plus some. Seeing him look at her with those sad eyes that were practically willing her to get well, right then and there, almost broke me.
I am thankful we were at my hospital, my comfort zone. Where I know people and see friendly faces around every corner. But he didn't know that--he was just confused and in a scary place. New walls, new faces, new sounds. He couldn't sit--he was too anxious. He just paced the floors, over and over again. Back and forth. His sweetheart was sick and all he wanted to do was see her, hold her hand, make sure she was okay.
I sat and thought for a long time. Hospitals are good for that. Their kind of love doesn't happen much these days. They have the kind of love that people long for--the kind of love that goes much deeper that most of us can imagine. The relationship and bond that we all hope our marriages develop into over time. This kind of love isn't professed over Facebook. It doesn't have to be shown around town on date night.
They look at each other and their faces light up. They can have conversations without even speaking--he knows what she needs before she needs it. He's not complete without her by his side, and his hand seems empty when she's away. I'll never forget watching him sit by her hospital bed--it was as if he was attached. He was with his sweetheart, and that's all that mattered. Life around him stopped. The perfect picture of love.
They've taught our family what love is. Unconditional, unwavering, there for the big moments and all the little in between. Life happened and their love only grew and got stronger. In 50 years, I'll consider my life successful if our grandchildren can look at me and Andrew and say, "I want a love like that."