“love
is
watching
someone
die.”
This song lyric hits me hard
because of the immense truth behind it. It's easy to
misinterpret and think, what the hell? How is that love? But
seriously. Love is watching someone die, when there is nothing
you can do to save them. It's caring for them anyway,
trying to make them as comfortable as possible in their final
days. It's not running away because you can't handle
the imminent, it's sticking it out for their sake and being
there for them through it all. Loyal to the bitter end.
It's washing their hair in the kitchen sink because they
can no longer get in the shower, it's helping them stand
and walk to the toilet, it's gently coaxing them to eat or
drink a little bit of something, anything, to keep themselves
hydrated and at a decent weight. It's holding an emesis bag
to their mouth when that minimal food or fluid they managed to
swallow down comes right back up. It's bringing them a pair
of warm socks when you visit them in the hospital to keep their
feet from getting cold, and applying the chapstick that they
always vigorously wore to their dry lips. It's warming your
food in a microwave on your back porch because you know the
smell makes their stomach turn. It's giving them their pain
medication every few hours even when they yell at you and try
to refuse it. It's emptying out their biliary drain.
It's not taking it personally when they snap at you for
making ''too much'' noise because you know
their suffering is so great that their tolerance for little
everyday annoyances is very low. It's realizing they still
want you there by their side anyway. It's laying with them
silently in a dark room because just each other's presence
is comforting for both of you. It's wiping their face,
holding their hand, telling them it's okay to leave you and
go home to Jesus if it means peace for them. It's reading a
Bible verse to them as they lay on their deathbed, struggling
to take in the air that is their anchor for remaining in this
world, so that they may have a smooth transition into the next
life. It's the most painful experience to watch someone you
love deteriorate and die, but it is the most selfless and
powerful demonstration of your love for them as well. And I
will always be thankful that I had the incredible privilege of
loving you in health/life, and through
sickness/death.