Sitting here next to my dad-in-law in the hospital. He’s not responded since Monday night. My mom-in-law has been telling stories of their life together. She holds his hand. Kisses his forehead. Reassures him that she’s here. Even when he doesn’t respond.
Being here puts everything into perspective. There are others in this hospital walking similar journeys. I recognize the look in their eyes. Looking past you, lost in thought. Maybe looking somewhere far into their past, at a day that didn’t feel so weighty. Perspective. It’s a beautiful thing. A gift even. I pray I’ll keep a bit more of it going forward.